WeevilDoing - Taxidermy Girl

Fawn staggering through the trees
Since i was a girl, i never felt like a person
Eyes and sights trained right on me
They wanna hurt me with their sick perverisions

It's not up to me, or so i've been told
This is the nature of the female skin
Meat that men want bought and sold
Since i can remember, it's always been...

(hand over blankets, legs crossed)
(skirts below the knees, doors locked)
("there are men that will hunt you")
(so i've learnt to run from you.)
(innocence made to decay)
(thoughts i couldn't wash away)
(no knowledge of my body,)
(prey drive deep-seated in me.)

In love with the idea of me
Mount my head on a wall
Lifeless for everyone to see
Gracefully declawed
No scratching, biting, whining
Never fighting back again
Look at my virgin eyes through glass
An all-consuming guilt that you could never comprehend
To be a girl is to be trapped
Clean yourself for consumption
But don't ever let yourself be consumed
Organs for reproduction
Organs that must remain unused
Plagued with urges to obscene
How am i suppose to ignore it ?
If my body's meant to stay clean
Then why do i feel like i'm asking for it..?

(hand and rope and pvc,)
(my unspoken fantasies)
(loss of my autonomy,)
(cant help it appeals to me)
(if it's something i don't want)
(then it couldn't be my fault)
(deer standing in the headlights)
(begging you to take its life)

In love with the idea of me
Mount my head on a wall
Sinful desires festering
Under my pelt, they claw

So skin me, flesh me, tan my hide
And render me preserved
My plastic eyes brimming with shame
Remove the viscera containing deviance unheard
To be a girl is to be game
Horror stories of what predators do
I've heard them since i was old enough to fear
And now i'm filled with dreaded excitement
Whenever sharp teeth claws draw near
And so my womanhood became synonymous with endangerment
Maternal figures preserve my purity with such insistence
Blatant hypocrisy of animality
Eating out of your hands
Whatever you'll give me
Don't want to be a cadaver
Wanna be free
But a cage is the basis of femality

In love with the idea of me
Mount my head on a wall
Lifeless for everyone to see
Gracefully declawed
No scratching, biting, whining
Never fighting back again
Look at my virign eyes through glass
An all-consuming guilt that you could never comprehend
To be a girl is to be trapped

A delicacy never unwrapped
An innocence forever intact