As a statue in a trance,
Snap a shot of self surrender.
Part your legs and raise your hands
As your privacy we render.
Silent as we run you through,
Underneath your underpants,
It’s the least that you can do,
Your only value’s tolerance.
"And the daughter of Zion is left as a cottage in a vineyard, as a lodge in a garden of cucumbers, as a besieged city." – Isaiah 1:8
As a statue in a trance,
Snap a shot of self surrender.
Part your legs and raise your hands
As your privacy we render.
Silent as we run you through,
Underneath your underpants,
It’s the least that you can do,
Your only value’s tolerance.
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