Anesthetic - James Chance, The Contortions

Tighten my skin

I freeze inside

Don’t you dare let me melt

You better caress my pride

I’m under glass

Stare if you please

You better behave

Wait at my ease

You can bite me

But not delight me

I’ve known of all

What you call love

I’m all dressed up

For you to carve

You better eat all you like

I’d rather starve