This one's about writing, performing, or any sort of expressive kind of thing where you start to question how comfortable you are with what you're doing, and what your reasons are for doing it. Also, the title could be a lot better.
This is pornography.
Voyeurs of the vulnerable who are in search of being loved.
Exploitation of private moments, exploring how far you and I will go.
Does it turn you on? Does it get you hot under the collar?
Does it get you off? You know it gets me hot and bothered.
Deeper baby, harder.
Read me like a book, I'm your centerfold, stained at my own request.
I am nothing but ink on paper, and I am nothing without any of you.
I need you to see me to make all of this worth it.
To make this all valid.
To counter all the ways this hurts me.
Now deeper baby, harder.
This is a snuff movie, but I am still a fucking star.
I'll keep screaming if you keep watching,
Is the lighting right for you?
Is my make up running?
This is my supply meeting your demand, (I love it)
But who came first?
I'm there, and I hate it.
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