Toys Songtext
von Dalhia

I talk about boys who discriminate women
As if i was born with shame through the umbilical cord
Eight years old I stood in the glow of the television
Filling me with ads hollow ideas of what a girl must be

Sometimes my voice is deep and clear
Old fascist ideals will never fade me
Narrow minded seems to be a routine for you
But it′s not interesting anyone except you

Your thought was cut short by confusion
You read the messages over and over
Your face was like a mess of branches
Ruin of your brain shows how stupid you appear
Trusted as an old punk wearing ballet flats and drinking 8-6
You've got the need to break who scares you
But your order will never get at you

I talk about boys who discriminate women
As if i was born with shame through the umbilical cord
Eight years old I stood in the glow of the television
Filling me with ads hollow ideas of what a girl must be


You′ll never reach my level I never found a dick lighting up a candle
Please bring your horizon to another sucker
We're not sex toys The Simones also tried to break men's walls
And it really really sucks how sweet you want me to be
I′ll fight til I die for changes
But gimme what you owe me
Gimme what you owe me
I′ll fight til I die for changes

End to end with no sleep they built me like a nervous robot
A prisoner of my home
I tried so hard to find androgynous warm
In the brainwashing mess they made of me
My mood was tensed like a string
Taking pills and creams to be thin
Finally chosen me as the guilty and tried to chase the tears
Deep wrinkles on my forehead
Blue circles of make up on my lips
I talk about boys who discriminate women
I talk about boys
I talk about boys
I talk about boys
I talk about boys
I talk about boys
I talk about boys