Trapped in Cold Flesh

We're trapped in cold flesh
Our bodies all dead
And though we're not flesh
We're trapped in cold flesh

The moment bodies die
The moment genders hang on
The genders trapped by
Cold flesh cold bodies

We're trapped in cold flesh
It lives no longer
We're trapped forever
Until we're eaten
By the Doctor

We remember the story of a family
A Doctor
BOYS
His children

His wife (A big sister)

And her little sister

But now they're just bodies- there, there, there, there, there
And genders are we who hang on and hang on and hang on and hang on and hang on...
(You know, you know, you know, you know, you know)

We taste like

A menu for tonight: the genders we are and will be on the menu tonight is

And Soft Butter, Soft Butter!

Soft Butter remembers getting cold...

We're trapped in cold flesh
Our bodies all dead
And though we're not flesh
We're trapped in cold flesh

We're trapped in cold flesh
It lives no longer
We're trapped forever
Until we're eaten by the

So we wait
So we wait
So we hang on or find an escape