Perfectly Collapsing

What If nothing… Collapses perfectly, Like a paper fan Fold my body Crinkle at the edges and tear. Collecting all the reasons To possess a body No less than perfect. Tell my maker, make me something better With steel and diamonds. Behind us is a crowd of lovers Behind us is a valley to be slipping into I take one step backwards I take one step backwards… To wash away This womanly pain. I'm only bleeding out my iron. But it's only once a month and I still want to kill The animal within. And then all will become perfectly collapsing machines. Behind us is a crowd of judges Behind us is a valley to be slipping into I take one step backwards I take one step backwards … To become a better machine More killer less creator. And there are whole gaggles of girls Being told That they don't have the time And they don't have the choice To be heard.