Psychic Anthropology Songtext

von Lydia Lunch

Psychic anthropology

An abstract image that the eye
Tricks the mind into believing
Has meaning
My mind is always tricking my eye
Into believing that what i see in the dark
Actually exists.
Some see this as evidence
Of an exception destiny.

The rigors of unreason
Applied to inanimate objects

When your innocence has been murdered
It turns spirit into matter

Violence & the sacred
Kiss a shadow of desire

We as women conceal
So much in the body
That every slight trauma becomes
An act of primal slaughter

We as women conceal
So much in the body
That every slight trauma becomes
An act of ritual murder

We as women have got to learn to
Get the poison out of our bodies
Get it out of our bodies

Violence and the sacred kiss an object of desire
Some see this as evidence of a priceless destiny
When your innocence has been murdered it turns
Spirit into matter

We as women are obsessed with our image...
We should be obsessed with our image
We should be obsessed with our bodies
In the way that i'm obsessed with my body
Every slight imperfection is a new delicacy
I love my body love my body love my body
Use my body
Get the posion out of your body