Pain plays better on airwaves than joy
Except when a child molester cajoles Happy People to the dance floor
Or maybe that’s not an exception
To the inconsolable souls
A victim in the night is a survivor come daylight
The misogynistic bruises on what we call culture
May heal if you can find the strength to
Don’t give in
Sing your agonizing anesthesia
Sedate the aching till you’re ready to awaken
Then
Rip the bandages off the bleeding heart
Ready yourself to receive what you’ve been convinced in grimy lyrics to believe you don’t deserve
It’s yours
Don’t let the sultry beat lie to you
You are not a whore
No one’s disposable toy
I can tell you so because I’ve been there before
Unrecognizable to my own eyes
Imitating lyrics like a company girl fulfilling some sadomasochist job description
There’s no happy in handing over your self esteem
Possessing the shelf life of a video queen
When you have to booze it to do it
Mandatory rollin to work that pole and
Never alone but always lonely
It’s yours
It’s called choice
It’s your birthright like freedom
If “they” tell you different
Trust me you don’t need ‘em
Make profit don’t be one
Dance to your own song
Even if it means changing the station