The body is a commodity. Wake your face up. Put it on. Wash it, wet it, dry it, paint it. Strip it back or pile it up.

Adjust your eyes, adjust your folic. Rip your skin off, rip your hair off.

Apply the lotion. Apply the nonsense. All the goop you have amassed. Tear strips off yourself, make yourself wince.

Accessorize, and personalize. Add your flair and add your dare.

Put pink shirt, green shirt, what's in fashion. Cross check reference, make sure you fit.

It's time to join a world of shit.

It doesn't matter if man or woman, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter.

All the bodies are commodities.

Now it's time to sell yourself. Are you a lawyer, are you a banker? Are you a whore, are you a wanker?

Are you a liar? Are you a dealer? Are you a consumerist believer?

It doesn't matter what you are. Just sell yourself, and you'll go far.

Make no ammends to those who curse, to those who question, or even worse:

Those who see their original face. Fuck that abominable disgrace.

See the world, for what it is - a common breeding ground for pigs.

Now it's time to do your dance. Shake that booty, shake that ass. It doesn't matter if you're 13. You now have joined the common dream.

A dancing circus of whores and sluts, and mild mannered cunts who relish their ruts.

This body born, was never yours. This carbon, blood and bones, and flesh. A hive mind feeding, common insect.

Your body weighs a common price. Subject to market and inflation. So how hard do you work?

Grind and sweat, and smile and purse. Show your teeth, yes, thats the way. With time you'll make it through the day.

At the end, you'll get a check. You hive mind feeding, common insect.

Slave! Slave! Slave! The stage is hot. It's your last chance, your body will rot.

When the rainbows gone, you're fucked.

Whore life is limited. Make way for the next.

Hive mind feeding, common insect.

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