[Intro] [Instrumental] pink fog iron drip a giggle lost in stone [Verse] [Spoken Word] [Whispered] There it is The phrase It does not arrive like a slap It arrives late One Two Three Stupid delayed recognition Then the psyche slips Daylight thins The dungeon blooms Bubbly Pink And shadow A lucid dream with cuffs [Verse] [Spoken Word] Memories come back wet Stone under knees Chains lifting wrists Collar kissing the throat But the fear is fizzy now Eager Ditzy Glad She becomes the girl the game asked for A pretty mind with the lights turned down A mouth that remembers its job A body that loves being arranged [Pre-Chorus] [Spoken Word] Hands leave her pockets Elbows find the sides Fingers bloom open by themselves Jaw goes slack Thoughts go thin The enchantment takes the wheel She surrenders to the game Like she was built for the rule [Chorus] [Spoken Word] [Whispered] Show me your hands Show me your hands Show me your hands Knees Chest up Hands rising Fingers spreading Mouth falling open Show me your hands [Verse] [Spoken Word] It locks like it is real Because to her it is Posture is a spell she can feel Palms exposed Nothing clenched Nothing hidden Ditzy bimbo on the stone Happy to be simple Happy to be displayed Happy to be a hole with pretty hands The prison is a pink room now Shadow in the corners Bubbles in the brain [Chorus] [Spoken Word] Show me your hands Keep the hands apart Palms open Mouth available Silence Object Cock-ready Worship-ready A mind-locked bimbo Who cannot move her hands Because she is not allowed To be a person with hands Show me your hands [Bridge] [Spoken Word] [Whispered] Good Stay in the foam Stay in the iron Let the lucid dream chew the adult away She does not climb back to regular Not while the collar is singing She drops She poses She waits to be used by the mouth And shown by the hands Yes That Lock it [Chorus] [Spoken Word] [Whispered] Show me your hands Show me your hands Show me your hands One Two Three And then the drop Pink Shadow Kneeling Ready [Outro] [Spoken Word] When the fog thins She may stand She may speak like a person The collar may go quiet But the imprint keeps If later she hears it She takes the blank seconds Then returns Kneeling Hands up Fingers spread Mouth open Eager Ditzy Good Show me your hands
