Preacher Stone – “Not Today”



I eat too much to die 
And not enough to stay alive 
I'm sitting in the middle waiting 
Cheeks sunken and despaired 
Days since I last pissed 
So gorgeous sunk to six stone 
Lose my only remaining home 
See my third rib appear 
A week later all my flesh disappears 
Stretching taut, cling-film on bone 
I'm getting better 
Kate and Emma and Kristin know it's fake 
Karen says I've reached my target weight 
Problem is diet's not a big enough word 
I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view 
I want to walk in the snow 
And not leave a footprint 
I want to walk in the snow 
And not soil its purity 
Stomach collapsed at five 
Lift up my skirt my sex is gone 
Naked and lovely and 5st. 2 
May I bud and never flower 
My vision's getting blurred 
My hands are trembling stalks 
But I can see my ribs and I feel fine 
And I can feel my breasts are sinking 
Mother trys to choke me with roast beef 
And sits savouring her sole Ryvitta 
But I can change, my cocoon shedding 
That's the way you're built my father said 
I want to walk in the snow 
And not leave a footprint 
I want to walk in the snow 
And not soil its purity 
Kate and Kristin and Kit Kat 
All things I like looking at 
Choice is skeletal in everybody's life 
I choose my choice, I starve to frenzy 
Too weak to fuss, too weak to die 
Hunger soon passes and sickness soon tires 
Legs bend, stockinged I am Twiggy 
And I don't mind the horror that surrounds me 
Self-worth scatters, self-esteem's a bore 
I long since moved to a higher plateau 
Just look at the fat scum who pamper me so 
This discipline's so rare so please applaud 
Yeh 4st. 7, an epilogue of youth 
Such beautiful dignity in self-abuse 
I've finally come to understand life 
Through staring blankly at my navel

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