Slave to Your Body (Freedom)

On my crumbled hiding-places
On my sunken lighthouses
On my walls and my ennui
I write your name

On abstraction without desire
On naked solitude
On the marches of death
I write your name

And for the want of a word
I renew my life
For I was born to know you
To name you

Freedom

Paul Eluard, 1942 (Liberte)

They could write a novel
Trying to diagnose you
But the truth is you're a slave to your body
You could be a winner
Everybody knows it's a shame you're such a slave to your body

Oh, feels good
Living in the seconds
It's no fun to think
Next, before or banal

Well, prudence is a bitch and patience doesn't cut it
Lust is in your bed and she loves you
The other kids admire
Mimic her attire
She's your favorite person to talk to

Oh, you fall
At least you're wearing diamonds
One day you can have it all
And fuck your way to heaven

Oh it feels good
Living in the seconds
It's no fun to think
Next, before or banal

You're a slave to your body
Slave to your body
Slave to your body
Slave to your body



Credits
Writer(s): Rowan Katz
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