Tattoo

Represent yr rites of passage
Acceptable self-sabotage
Victories won, journeys undertaken
Sheeplike follies of pretension as permanence

Evolve, don't revolve self-replicating
Virus of the linguistic kind
It used to be the cancer of religion
For those who didn't get the word of the lord

No head means no teeth
No hands means no prints

I wanna live above my station
Wading in and out of fucking fashion
Unit of culture what's indelible?
Belonging and marginality are soiling the sheets

Get that cute cute cute lil ta-ta-ttoo
Just so they can identify you
Get that cute cute cute lil ta-ta-ttoo
Just so somebody who noticed can identify you

You know, that all you say is gonna haunt you
Like the taste lingers as a ghost made of
2nd hand embarrassment zeros and ones are gonna remain
Long after u & yr forgotten pull the holon from yr colon

Can't change yr D.N.A
Lost all that P.M.A
I don't get yr P.O.V
Let's leave it at F.U.C



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Writer(s): Scott Andrews
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