Camilla Rhodes - Between The Buried And Me

This moment is set. Let's make magic. You're the #1 girl; it's time to 
stay at the top. This the song of the year. We just recorded your 
orgasm. The music isn't shit anymore; your sexual vibe carries across the 
land. Daydream sex, broken marriage fuck. You cause this shit. Everyone 
has been waiting for this moment; for this song. This song of the 
year: "sexy, smooth, yet sophisticated." The music isn't shit. It's all 
about IMAGE, IMAGE, IMAGE. Fuck your song, you're looking good. We just 
recorded your orgasm, and the money is rolling in.
Alone, afraid, smile glued bright. Feeling so dirty, sexed up by human 
eyes. An "artist" washed over, pulled under. The moment is set, let's 
make magic. You're the #2 girl; it's time to kill for the top. Let's 
show this song of the year. We videotaped your orgasm. The music was 
never shit, we lied, we lied, as you lay...drained, tired and robbed of 
your self-expression...you're a toy, a toy for lust and greed. Insecure 
depression, the mirrors are laughing at us. Trying to be sexy queen, 
trying to be darling. You've pounded in her little head like daddy wants 
to pound in you. Daydream sex, broken marriage fuck. You cause this 
shit. Makeup, bras and lingerie no need for this algebra. Family dinners 
silent, speaking only to ourselves...This orgasm on the screen has molded 
our American dream.