Cut it out, cut it in, cut it sharper,
Body glitch, body sin, body darker.
(yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)

I see a stranger in the glass,
Every angle built to crash.
Skin’s a costume I can’t choose,
Every shape’s another bruise.

Switch the face, switch the frame,
Nothing ever looks the same.
Stitch me up, tear me down,
Ugly rhythm, holy sound.

I don’t like my body — but I wear it out tonight,
Dancing in the fracture, burning in the light.
Cut to fit, cut to fit, never perfect, never right,
Still I twist my shadow till it feels alive.

Cut-cut-cut, cut to fit,
Break-break-break, never quit.
Cut-cut-cut, cut to fit,
This body screams but it still commits.

I dress the wound, I paint the scar,
Play the part of who you are.
Change my hair, my teeth, my skin,
Every look’s a different sin.

Switch the face, switch the frame,
Nothing ever looks the same.
Stitch me up, tear me down,
Ugly rhythm, holy sound.

I don’t like my body — but I use it when I can,
Sell it as a weapon, break it with my hands.
Cut to fit, cut to fit, never perfect, never planned,
Still I wear my nightmare like a velvet brand.

“I’d cut my arms to make them new…
I’d pull my waist until it’s true…
I’d tear my smile and sew it tight…
I’d carve my body into light.”

Cut it out, cut it in,
Cut it sharper, cut my skin.
Cut it out, cut it in,
I don’t know where I begin.

I don’t like my body — but I wear it out tonight,
Dancing in the fracture, burning in the light.
Cut to fit, cut to fit, never perfect, never right,
Still I twist my shadow till it feels alive.

Cut-cut-cut…
Never quit.
Cut-cut-cut…
This is it.

I don't like my body

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I don't like my body

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