Lyrics My Body Is a Battlefield - Bonaparte

My Body Is a Battlefield

Two eyes — a thousand faces
Two lips — they follow the traces
I can’t forget, I don’t remember neither
Tease like a traitor
The tongue is the leader
Sweat stains — not that it matters
What remains is perfectly scattered
Flickering lights
And it’s all undulating
Amongst all the fighting
The forces are mating
My body is a My body is a My body is A battlefield, a battlefield,
A battlefield, a battlefield
My body
My body is a My body
My body is a My body
My body is A battlefield, a battlefield,
A battlefield, a battlefield
Two eyes — exploring motion
Two lips — the roots of erosion
I don’t recall, I can’t erase it neither
The hand is the vanguard
The land is the bleeder
Two eyes — over stimulated
Two lips — slowly saturated
This vast crevice
Drones in the distance
The last of a species
The scent of resistance
Sweat stains, desires have drained
Feeble attempts but still not satisfied
Everything is swallowed
At the end of the page
Fingers keep marching
Until I disengage
T-t-traces — my body is a T-t-traces — my body is a T-t-traces — my body is A Battlefield, a battlefield
A Battlefield, a battlefield
My body
My body is a My body
My body is a My body
My body is A battlefield, a battlefield
A battlefield, a battlefield
T-t-traces — my body is a T-t-traces — my body is a T-t-traces — my body is A Battlefield, a battlefield
A Battlefield, a battlefield
Sweat stains — not that it matters
What remains is perfectly scattered
Flickering lights
And it’s all undulating
Amongst all the fighting
The forces are mating