Farce

She is such a pretty girl
Her shape fits well into a mould
Her mind removed, her body's sold
She does exactly what she's told
And he is such a brave young man
If his brain can't then violence can
His mind was drained since life began
Of the compassion he once had

Why go on living in the past?
We just uphold the sexual farce
Past is past is past is farce
Why go on living in the past?

If air to breathe is hard to find
In her tight mold she doesn't mind
She fits in well, she's one of a kind
Her processed mind upholds the lies
And he in turn plays out the part
We tempted him with from the start
And she in turn plays out the part
Dictated to her by the past

Why go on living in the past?
We just uphold the sexual farce
Past is past is past is farce
Why go on living in the past?