If I don't remember incorrectly, I wrote this song in some sort of a detention room-type deal.
What is your posture?
Cold, glass, or red?
Do the bastards who sleep in your bed likewise share your dread
But I'd like instead to be shot through the heart
You can stop, you can start
You can change the things you can
But the things you can't are static
They perforated and tangible
But seldom this dramatic
So do you think that you could stare
Into the eyes of your impostor?
Will he always be there in the hot part of your roster?
Will your eyes be bright blue when they take your children to foster parents
Who see your point of view?
Baby what, baby what is your posture?
Are you giving up good for the little red hood?
Stand to profit from a felony and win?
Will you make up your mind and contact me in time?
Monogamy, geography, just stand up for yourself
Transatrophy, catastrophe, just stand up for yourself
Just stand up for yourself