To the Guillotine with Grapefruits

Feel (Oh my god)
Whole (Oh my god)
Enough (Oh my god)
Feel (Oh my god)
Whole (Oh my god)
Enough (Oh my god)

I was flesh upon the flesh
I was fresh unto the fat
I was fat until I crawled
(Fat until you called)

To the guillotine at breakfast
Where the color code is sickening
And the bandaged child is helpless
Who can comfort me?

To the guillotine with grapefruits
And I can’t help if I suit you
And I can’t help if I suit you
And I can’t help feeling free

Baby, you treat me...
A photo in the frame
For my soul and my heroics

Destroy
(Hey, hey, hey)
Destroy
(Hey, hey, hey)

To the guillotine with grapefruits
And I can’t help if I suit you
And I can’t help feeling free