Trapped in Cold Flesh

We're trapped in cold flesh Our bodies all dead And though we're not flesh We're trapped in cold flesh The moment bodies die The moment genders hang on The genders trapped by Cold flesh cold bodies We're trapped in cold flesh It lives no longer We're trapped forever Until we're eaten By the Doctor We remember the story of a family A Doctor BOYS His children His wife (A big sister) And her little sister But now they're just bodies- there, there, there, there, there And genders are we who hang on and hang on and hang on and hang on and hang on... (You know, you know, you know, you know, you know) We taste like A menu for tonight: the genders we are and will be on the menu tonight is And Soft Butter, Soft Butter! Soft Butter remembers getting cold... We're trapped in cold flesh Our bodies all dead And though we're not flesh We're trapped in cold flesh We're trapped in cold flesh It lives no longer We're trapped forever Until we're eaten by the So we wait So we wait So we hang on or find an escape