Feel good for a minute then implode
As the lack of an aphorism sticks in your throat with ire
Depose your vernacular, argot
Why have pride in a lyric when all the other songs go -
It"s a question of trust
It"s a question of rust
It"s a question of everything you"ve ever been told.
Minimum c**ture, minimal wage
I"m an onion peel my layers back
Minimum silence, minimal change
I"m an honest man, depths my tears lack
And if there"s love, let me know
Because I want you to come and put the beauty back
Minimum c**ture, minimal wage
I"m an onion peel my layers back
Blurred vision and the hobble of thick prose
Why empower misogyny while violence towards women grows?
But this filth stands on a quicker sand
Next to cold hard fear and the deeds of man
The abuse of body image as a form of control
And the typical portrayal of the feminine role
I have never been more appalled.
Minimum c**ture, minimal wage
I"m an onion peel my layers back
Minimum silence, minimal change
I"m an honest man, depths my tears lack
And if there"s love, let me know
Because I want you to come and put the beauty back
Minimum c**ture, minimal wage
I"m an onion peel my layers back
Pick me up with rhythms and waveform
That can symbolise a c**ture lost
Sing about the future like you mean to
I"m never going to count costs
Question the agenda of an industry
That only can objectify
You write about a non-existent blurred line
But not about abortion rights
Minimum c**ture, minimal wage
I"m an onion peel my layers back
Minimum silence, minimal change
I"m an honest man, depths my tears lack
And if there"s love, let me know
Because I want you to come and put the beauty back
Minimum c**ture, minimal wage
I"m an onion peel my layers back
It"s a question of trust
It"s a question of rust
It"s a question of everything you"ve ever been told.
As the lack of an aphorism sticks in your throat with ire
Depose your vernacular, argot
Why have pride in a lyric when all the other songs go -
It"s a question of trust
It"s a question of rust
It"s a question of everything you"ve ever been told.
Minimum c**ture, minimal wage
I"m an onion peel my layers back
Minimum silence, minimal change
I"m an honest man, depths my tears lack
And if there"s love, let me know
Because I want you to come and put the beauty back
Minimum c**ture, minimal wage
I"m an onion peel my layers back
Blurred vision and the hobble of thick prose
Why empower misogyny while violence towards women grows?
But this filth stands on a quicker sand
Next to cold hard fear and the deeds of man
The abuse of body image as a form of control
And the typical portrayal of the feminine role
I have never been more appalled.
Minimum c**ture, minimal wage
I"m an onion peel my layers back
Minimum silence, minimal change
I"m an honest man, depths my tears lack
And if there"s love, let me know
Because I want you to come and put the beauty back
Minimum c**ture, minimal wage
I"m an onion peel my layers back
Pick me up with rhythms and waveform
That can symbolise a c**ture lost
Sing about the future like you mean to
I"m never going to count costs
Question the agenda of an industry
That only can objectify
You write about a non-existent blurred line
But not about abortion rights
Minimum c**ture, minimal wage
I"m an onion peel my layers back
Minimum silence, minimal change
I"m an honest man, depths my tears lack
And if there"s love, let me know
Because I want you to come and put the beauty back
Minimum c**ture, minimal wage
I"m an onion peel my layers back
It"s a question of trust
It"s a question of rust
It"s a question of everything you"ve ever been told.