Where Is My Woman (Demo)

“Where Is My Woman?”

You’ve gone on
traded your soul
for a life that smells
of a flowery aroma

you’re flying colours
flying cars
don’t do anything
for the lives on Mars

crossing the Sahara
fixated on the poles
the meaning of life
at some point got old

fuck the past
forget the future
where is my woman
the raw and the pure?

fuck your asthetics
I don’t care how you look
let me turn your pages
devour you like a book

I’m nothing if I’m not
a fighter in a war
now where is my woman
the raw and the pure?