Softcore

I'm putting on my blinders
 I'm walking straight to me
 I'm following my carrot
 It's plenty hard to reach
 Keep your foot out of my door
 I don't want you on my floor
 Yeah, take it from the source
 It's killing my softcore
 I'm dressed in my best soul
 You drag it through the mud
 I'd like to keep my skin on
 It's holding in my blood
 Open wounds that never heal
 You're the flies and I'm the meal
 Yeah, take it from the source
 It's killing my softcore
 Don't listen, don't listen
 It's not the truth just because it glistens
 It's printed, it's painted
 The coloration's tainted
 Skin looks good on paper
 To a million hungry eyes
 They just want the wrapping
 They throw away the prize
 Show her body, fuck her mind
 Fuck her body, why is she crying?
 Yeah, take it from the source
 It's killing my softcore