NAKED. Dressed up like a funeral, the girl felt scratched and naked. With a hard wind now blowing, her youth was taken. She stood there in front of the church, she stood there in her swollen dress. Confess your sins they cried, while they stoned her with their eyes. She stood there naked her soul exposed, naked under the microscope. Amidst a hypocritical mass, in a spell that had been cast. In that waking hour she felt so confused. All she wanted to do was go lick her wounds. Children having children, you know now she was no virgin. It was taken, away… She stood there naked her soul exposed, naked under her microscope. Amidst the voices  of her head, now clothing an unborn child with flesh. Images of pagans and lusts of Christians, man's pretentious inquisitions. Twisted attitudes of self-projection what is blind has no reflection. She stood there naked her soul exposed, naked under the microscope. Amidst a hypocritical mass, in a spell that had been cast. She stood there naked, her soul exposed, naked under her microscope. Amidst the voices of her head now clothing an unborn child with flesh…

 Written by Deborah Gee/Deborah Gee Music Publishing (BMI) and Thomas Gallagher. Vocal and Background Vocals: Deborah Gee; Acoustic Guitar: Ty Stevens; Electric Guitar Synthesizer: Thomas Gallagher; Bass: Travis Conquergood; Drums: Wade Wilson; Red Drums, Avocado shaker: Alan Myers. Recorded at Westlake Audio, Los Angeles, CA.; Music Grinder, Los Angeles, CA.; Sound Moves, Burbank, CA. Engineers: Steve Harrison; Mike Clink; Tal Herzberg; C.J. DeVillar; Michael Woodrum. Mixed at Sound Moves, Burbank, CA by Michael Woodrum. Produced by Deborah Gee. Mastered at DNA Mastering, Studio City, CA.