1. MADE TO MEASURE

I was born like this with hips like this
Lips like this and wrists like this
Legs like this and arms like this
A fist like this to hit you with, now
You're like school on sunday
You aint got no class
You keep running your mouth but...
You can kiss my ass!

No made to measure baby
One size does not fit all
I will not be the one
You make to take the fall
[repeat]

I got the curves to fear, the words to feel
And when i scream i've heard them say
I've got the voice to heal
You dont need to be sorry
You dont have to be saved
You just need to be proud of the body that god gave

No made to measure baby
One size does not fit all
I will not be the one
You make to take the fall
[repeat]

Listen to me say...yeah

I'm so fat i'm fucked up
I'm so skinny i'm sick
I'm tired of the magazines
Talkin that bullshit!
I'm not fat, they're fucked up
I'm not skinny, they're sick
I'm just tired of the critics who keep talking that bullshit

I was born like this with eyes like this
Teeth like this and thighs like this
A face like this, a waist like this
And when i die...i'll die like this...now
You're like school on sunday
You ain't got no class
You keep running your mouth but
I just might kick your ass!

No made to measure baby
One size does not fit all
I will not be the one
You make to take the fall
[repeat]

Let me hear you say yeah!
I'm so fat i'm fucked up
I'm so skinny i'm sick
I'm tired of the magazines
Talkin that bullshit!
I'm not fat, they're fucked up
I'm not skinny, they're sick
I'm just tired of the critics who keep talking that bullshit

Now what?-now what?-now what? What you gonna say next time you see us?
Now what?-now what?-now what? What you gonna say next time you see us?


2. GROTESQUE

You've got the blood on your hands
But got no right to bleed
Your innocence makes me laugh
I don't have what you need
You search for the solution
I know you'll never find
Your faith has left you with an ... Imitation of christ

Grotesque the lowest
Commmon denominator
Grotesque the lowest
Common denominator

The spirit takes hold of your body
And you cry out
Thrown into convulsions
Your foaming at the mouth
Searching for something sacred
You look but all you find
Is just an imitation ... Your god has left behind

Grotesque the lowest
Commmon denominator
Grotesque the lowest
Common denominator

Transending the tempral realm
I will not put faith in those who call themselves poets
Nor worship false idols

Grotesque the lowest
Commmon denominator
Grotesque the lowest
Common denominator

What else could she do... To open their eyes?
The blind shall see
The deaf shall hear
The dead shall rise
Rise!





3. UNMANAGEABLE

Pure
Self contained
I can feel the weight of my body
As my voice strains
Densensatized
From beauty scenes
The enemy is the fear
That falls inbetween
Insomniac
I sleep awake
Displaced from my unconsious state
Unmanageable
Refuse to break
I talk back
Everyone needs a scapegoat
Someone to throw the rocks at

The standard of comparison
The standard of comparison
The standard of comparison

Stab
My soul is not for sale
I have not forgotten my past
But i will remove the nails
Force-fed your insecurities
I have bled with no regrets
For what i have said...before
Or for what...i plan to say next!

The standard of comparison
The standard of comparison
The standard of comparison

Odor of sanctity
Is not what you smell on me
Can't make the dirty clean...
Control the magazine
Under the influence
I've learned to live with this...
So i will be your standard...of comparison

The standard of comparison
The standard of comparison
The standard of comparison

Your standard...for comparison


4. SEX JUNKIE

You live your life
Just to let yourself go
You are the lowest
The lowest of low
Beg for me crawl for me
Down on your knees
You're a sex junkie
You'll do as i please

Harder faster
Harder faster

Secrets of lust
That you keep in your mind
Victims like you
Are so easy to find
First name is dirt
And your last name is sleaze
You're a sex junkie
You'll do as i please

Horny ideas
They just clog up your brain
Destruction vice
Or you'll just go insane
Degrading darkness
You live just for these
You're a sex junkie
You'll do as i please

Two-hundred million bodies sold
You come walking
Through the night
Your flesh is hot
You cring with fright
You pesrpire through your clothes
Your thing it grows
And grows and grows
Sex hormones dropped
From out of the sky
Millions orgasm
Until they die
Squirming flesh
You beg for more
You live for sex
There is no more
Eat me

5. MADE TO MEASURE

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