Innocence Is Kinky

That night, I watch people fucking on my computer
Nobody can see me looking anyway
It's late, and everything turns a white kind of dirty
My skin starts pricking with LCD

I feel a desire
One I don't know, one I don't own
I'm free

I turn off the lights and dress myself in silver and gold
I go out into the edge of the city
Tread on my twigs that are not yet burning
The weight of my boots makes them break
And smoke comes out from bene-neath the-the-the bark

(Up) Like, like a burnt-out match
Like sex without the body (Like sex without the body)
Like smoke rings, smoke rings from my pussy

In night vision, girl bodies turn soft, light, newborn
Jellyfish, mushrooms, white MacBooks
Blind bodies with empty sockets
That stare back at my gaze that belongs to nobody

I ask, is there nothing but seeing or seen? (Is there nothing but seeing?)
Is there nothing? (She says nothing)
She says nothing and nothing (And nothing)
Then nothing (Then nothing)
I'm free

I take off my face and torso
Live bare and barely
I go out into the haze of the city
Tread on my twigs and feel them break, yearning
But I'm looking for something else
There has to be more to burning than losing myself
More to burning than [?] sex and God

Too easy (Too easy)
Easy (Easy)
Just too easy (Easy, too easy, easy)

I tear out those eyes
Oslo Oedipus, Oslo Oedipus, Oslo Oedipus
I am Oslo Oedipus
Tearing my eyes in and out
And in and out and in and out
And in and out and in and out
And in and out and in and out
And in and out of face