Lost In Bonerland

You, you had the winding path And the mannequins attack What kind of yarn do you pack You, you had them lying to consent And you made me forget Forget what 'maybe' maybe meant Fitting in Making an impression Lay down the evidence Even if it's confidential Here, there's a lot of 'how it is' But it shouldn't miss the status quo You heard, you hurt me Here, you got a lashing going red Can the bleeding person making love Write, think And love themselves? I find you falling down, revolutionary As you very gently scare me I think you should pay I think you should pay I think you should I wanna play I wanna flay you