Dissection of Silence Songtext

To justify these pieces, widespread
These pieces
Dissection of a silent woman
Obtain perspective when you box in
With the forefinger and the thumb
Under your thumb and prostrate, she waits
Between your fingers what did you see
That seemed to you so naked and willing
Blot out the mouth: open and frightening
This silent woman does not speak
Attempt to justify this work with conversation
To justify and to define the action
To justify these pieces, widespread
These pieces
You don't have to look deep into her eyes to see
She's saying something
Don't blame her just because her lips aren't moving
You fucked up her image in your fucked-up rendition
Just because she couldn't speak doesn't mean you couldn't
You couldn't listen In minutes, my dissection
Ripped apart, put back together
One hand attached at the mouth
Two legs attached at the knees
Ugly and unclean
Self-portrait, self-dissection
Beauty inside-out and yet still standing
This woman does not speak
This woman does not speak
This woman does not speak
Instead,
She screams:
I will not be your victim.