All The Incel Tinker Bells

All the incel tinker bells, to the manner born
All the incel tinker bells gathered on the lawn
All the incel tinker bells, to the manner born
All the incel tinker bells gathered on the lawn
Male Medea, private area overgrown with weeds
Male Medea, private area overgrown with weeds
You're an abstract figure
A reflected glimmer
From the off-screen mirror
Spinning around

All the incel tinker bells know they're on their own
All the incel tinker bells know they're on their own
Female Bluebeard - feared, revered, but never getting speared
Female Bluebeard - feared, revered, but never getting speared
You're a broken trigger
A vindictive winter
Satellite transmitter
Spinning around

"Urgent call: there is no reason for
Admitting the droves of devious, envious amputees
Spewing out reproaches
In a year, they have all disappeared
So we might as well not deal with these cultural casualties
Let them eat brioches!"

With the left turned righteous
And no light to guide us
Through the shifting starstuff
Where do we go?



Credits
Writer(s): Vebjorn Numme, Alexander Lundemo, Jonas Mjoen
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