Berkertex bride or Berkertex bribe?



The object unsoiled is packed ready and waiting

For the moment of truth in this spiritual mating

The object unsoiled is packed ready and waiting

To be owned, cherished, to be fucked for the naming

The public are shocked by the state of society

But as for you, you're a breath of purity



Well don't give me your morals, they're filth in my eyes

You can pack them away with the rest of your lies

The painted mask of ugly perfection

the ring on your finger, the sign of protection

Is the rape on page 3, is the soldiers obsession

How well you've been caught to support your oppression

One god. One church. One husband. One wife.

Sordid sequences in brilliant life

Supports and props and punctuation

To our flowing realities and realisations

We're talking with words that have been used before

To describe us as goddesses, mothers and whores

To describe us as women, to describe us as men

To set out the rules of the ludicrous game

And it's played ver carefully, a delicate balance

A masculine/feminine perfect alliance

Does the winner take all? What love in your grasping?

What vision is left and is anyone asking?

What vision is left and is anyone asking?

She's a berkertex bride. Bride. Bribe