I think you'll find
That this is my mind
I'm not your toy
I'll not fall for your ploy
of wiping my brain
You'd not complain if I lost it
I'm not a bit amused
I refus to be abused by
Manipulation
Your ******'s frustration
You'll not **** my soul like Mary's
Don't penetrate my morals with mockeries
I am my own
Who I love will be my choice
my neighbour,
whether girl or boy,
I'll love if I choose.

Wouldn't I be a joy in
your clockwork congregation
Pity, I refuse to turn my fear
of Life into Faith,
in sublimation.