TERROR. This is what you call me. I strike terror among men I can't be bothered by what they think I bare my cross, my soul, myself I forgive but I never forget. I've been put upon this earth in FEMALE form But I can handle myself with the best of you as well as the worst and I often have the right to remain silent but I choose to speak, sing, SCREAM...I am LIPS, HIPS, TITS...I AM THE POWER OF A WOMAN STRONG. I like music true like friendship but without my friends there would be no music, I am able to change so I live without regret, without remorse, only a remix. I am drunk, I am sober. Heaven doesn't want me and hell's afraid I'll take over. Don't bother trying to censor me, or shut me up because it won't work. I am cold and distant, yet warm and close to those who deserve to see that side of me, part of me, the heart of me. You find me so hard to understand in your world, the world you perceive to be so normal. I am deformed, scorned, reborn... I am ME
