The Door

Let me take it back when I used to see color When we were alive and we were only youngsters
Hunters of dreams when we did not know hunger When I was me and not a happiness smuggler
Before we got sick and our faces were covered Before we'd admit that our days would be numbered
Before I would sleep in a prison of comfort Where saviours just a name I would give to
My lovers

Before I knew sex and before I'd suppress Before I'd progress into traumatic stress
Before I got hooked into needing a fix And before my own mind started playing up
tricks Like if sex does sell then it overcomes love

It was drilled real young, that's all happiness is
Took no time for demons to blow kisses
Who made me think the damsel is the way Like a predator to prey
Who Taught me to let any man in to always have their way

That saying no is not okay A worthy woman must obey
Keep her mouth shut, legs astray it melt my thoughts to proper clay
Maya... Maya? Open the door
I know you want more Maya.
I know you want more you fucking whore

What's my existence supposed to even mean? Most of my life is made of screens
Stuck indoors with no routines Trying to live off dopamine
Sometimes I need a rush of weed It makes me psycho, so to speak
It makes me feel the air I breathe It makes my soul just want to bleed

I know I must ignore all of these demons In my head, within my waist, under my skirt
And even underneath my bed But there is something in my closet
That is stealing all my breath That talks much louder than the others
As it speaks to me instead and sounds like

Maya. Maya? Open the door
Open the door
We know you want more
Maya; maya? Open the door

We know you want more Open the door
It's strange when a necessity Is something that suffocates me
They say it's out of love When their grip is asphyxiating me
When bodies are invading me When words are just degrading me

And breaking every effort That my father put in raising me
And people do not want to see Just what the screens made me to be
Cause then their own reflection Would not mirror something differently
We've changed our nature instantly We only respond visually

And need a stronger fix Like chicks with dicks or something more extreme
When making love is making screams And even after dream of screens
With darker themes And younger teens performing scenes
for the machine Coincidence or is it scheme

The ones you love leave you on seen You've been consumed
Now you're disposed Exposed to all your demons means
Maya... Maya... Open the door
Open the door We know you want more

Maya
Maya Open the door
We know you want more Open the door