Then I Break A Glass And I

If Leeches Ate Peaches Instead Of My Blood, Then I Would Be Free To Drink Tea In The Mud!

It Gives Me Strength To Have Somebody To Fight For; I Can Never Fight For Myself, But, For Others, I Can Kill.

And If I End Up With Blood On My Hands, Well I Know, That You'll Understand, 'cause I Fight Like A Girl.

And, What's More, This 'precious' Body, The Very Same That Is Hooted And Honked At, Demeaned Both In Daily Life As Well As In Ever Existing Form Of Media, Harrassed, Molested, Raped, And, If All That Wasn't Enough, Is Forever Poked And Prodded And Weighed And Constantly Wrong For Eating Too Much, Eating Too Little, A Million Details Which All Point To The Solitary Girl, To Every Solitary Girl, And Say: Destroy Yourself.

Ea: Is It The Smoke That Smells Like Vanilla? Audience: Yeah. Ea: Yeah, They Do That To Mask The Chemicals That Are Actually Killing You.