paroles de chanson slip under the door - glass beach

By no design
In the stairwell of your carapace
Your fortress of sinew and steel

Don't you get bored
Just staring through the crack in the door?
You know no one is home
So why act unsure?
Your malnourished architecture
Trembles with each austere breath

A recursive dream of
A panic attack
The bell keeps ringing
Slip under the door

Don't you get bored
Just staring through the crack in the door?
Come on in, it's so cold outside
We're stocked for a war
Munitions from the ceiling to the floor
Show your teeth, let me be terrified

Oh, and we will make no
Compromises
The bell keeps ringing
Slip under the door

Is the body a property?
Razor wire anatomy
Maybe I'm for real
Let me spell it out
In the soft topography
Of corporeal territory
Maybe I'm for real
Is the body a property?

Is the body a property?
Take control of your property
Mutilation autonomy
Reclamation of territory