Cat On Form - Action Happening lyrics

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<b>Action Happening</b> by <i>Cat On Form</i><br />Don't speak to me don't be polite to me

Your fucking smile conceals your violence

Its no longer private - our bodies for sale

You think we don't know what's going on here?

How do we fit into this?

I saw her face falling onto the floor

A magazine, to fool men into wanting more

A neverending cycle of pit stop love and confusion is pure

Joy for capitalists

They know your scent, they've planned everything out

A haunted house with a vile bubbly soundtrack

Snap snap

Beauty is defined by people with a need to scare and manipulate

Her body is formed as a commodity

A pricetag? this person is not property

Her body for sale

The right time

They know when to strike

How do we fit into this?