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