Hemline - The Accused

She’s the fiend stripping away the layers

of a skin that is dead

You’re the rapist laying around just a pattern in a pool of red

Threading her needle, tanning your hide

you’re no longer just a waste of skin

You’re face down on the ironing board

when she puts the last stitches in HEMLINE!!!

She’s the butcher hacking away at your flesh

and you’re still alive

You’re the pedophile screaming for help

but nobody can hear your cries

Boiling your bones, frying your rind you’re no longer

just a waste of skin

Your rump roast is on the butcher’s block when she

puts the last stitches in HEMLINE!!!

SHE’S WEARING YOU WELL!!!

YOU’RE NOT A WASTE OF SKIN!!!

HEMLINE!!!