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Man Made

de SOFIA ISELLA

What'll make me a man, he asks the man maker
He stands like a boulder made of rice paper
Watched death 'til it's like watching the weather
Innocence plucked out of eyes like couch feathers

We all sell our body one way or another
He's forehead to forehead with the people called other
Lend your life for the line in the front
The more you're a man, the less you react to blood

Oh man, you're winning the game
With the rules you wrote and the road you made
Oh boy, oh boy, you're having a ball
Man, you're winning it, winning it, winning it all

Oh man, you're winning the game
With the rules you wrote and the road you made
Oh boy, oh boy, you're having a ball
Man, you're winning it, winning it, winning it all

There's no salt on his skin
No water in his face
You must let it be evaporated with rage
You'll be pure testosterone killed singing a war song

You will only see manhood when your sight is gone
You are one lonely motherfucker
There's dope and beer to replace a brother
You'll find your family another way
Jesus is the father that didn't run away

Oh man, you're winning the game
With the rules you wrote and the road you made
Oh boy, oh boy, you're having a ball
Man, you're winning it, winning it, winning it all

Oh man, you're looking haunted
With the laws you built and the roles you wanted
Oh boy, oh boy, you're looking pale
You got what you wanted
You're a man, you're a male
You're a man, you're a man, you're a man, you're a man, you're a man

Steve
Steve, wake up
Wake up Steve, you're a man
You're a man, Steve
Steve
Steve
What the fuck is wrong with Steve?

He wears death's merch
Goes to every location that death promises to be a dice roll randomization
He holds onto God like a pillow that's torn
Clutching that cotton as he heads into war, so

So what are you doing here looking so small?
Why aren't you cheering and stripping in the banquet hall?
You begged for power and power responded
You got the worst thing of all, everything you fucking wanted

Oh man, you're winning the game
With the rules you wrote and the road you made
Oh boy, oh boy, you're having a ball
Man, you're winning it, winning it, winning it all

Oh man, you got your guns and grenades
The kids are dead, the women are afraid
The boys are down there cheering in the crowd
Man, oh man, oh, aren't you proud

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