Mother. Child. Sexy Bitch.
turn non users into users
Meat and reason, brash yet seasoned
Affecting unrealistic roles that we can never see through

current users buy more
And wedged in between us is a marketing scheme
As the men with the strings pull us farther away

The machine runs smoothly with binary minds. (2x)

It’s called mining
Isolate a type and then batter their brains.
“I don’t get women.”
“I don’t get men.”
But we have more in common than they’d like us to think

From womb to tomb to brinking youth
To middle age manics whispering
Loaded I love yous.
We enact crude demands that we were trained to perform
Played against each other
Not citizens, competition

And the dummy on their lap
Isn’t making jokes anymore.
And the roles they’ve given us at birth
They were only designed to hurt.

The machine running smoothly with binary minds. (2x)

We forfeit our privilege.
We don’t need someone else to write our scenes.

Just look at your hands
You can take it all back
They made you a man
They made you a woman

Only our culture holds us back from living our dreams.


Lyrics submitted by Sludgie

The Glass Ceiling Cabaret song meanings
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