Damaged Goods

He wanted to have his taste of authorityThat's enough for you, he saidHis body language just reeks of misogynyHe wanted to be seenHe wanted to be in the knowHis level of control it should better be all round long The cameras the other guy explainedYou are naked in front of me But the cameras only show you the supposed rule of law The order he was set to carry The boundaries he preoccupied on the quest of finding recognition I see you, I wanted to sayHow in this small land of yours You were chosen to play the roosterAnd the bus driver had to slow down his how-coaster People looking like damaged goodsAnd he had no control over his cargo lineThe patriarchy is on the streets todayOnce ago the journalist heard my whispers and hallelujahs He said this place, this place is too small for you and I hope you will remember us You don't know what you're gonna grow into he saidIt will be GiganseThere was that woman then asking me if I did this for a living If I had surrendered my livelihood to a seamstressWho herself became one because it was too heavy to not be able to sewShe found her voice, the Roostress What if the train is going towards the edge of the world Alice?What if the elephant keeps jumping and refuses to fall into placeI look at strangers living my life on behalf of meAnd I'm here of courseTo tell their storyYour eyes, he said to me, your eyes are sharpI know you see meI know your sight extends beneath the lightMy sights were a microscope over himStrong enough to cut the chord for goodPeople are afraid AlicePeople are afraid to find out about themselves Ahah, yes really AlicePeople are so scared to confront who they really are Their fights coated by diamond and glamour