Songtext von The Restricted Cerebral Capacity

She's waiting for the black uncle Dressed all in white She has her womb full of blood An unintentional implement of physical satisfying Let at disposal of a restricted cerebral capacity Scars that will never get healed up Forced simulation of comfort A vaginal alien having a ride through the body She might defy one day And will not feel like A used implement of physical satisfying ... of a restricted cerebral capacity