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.