1. |
Life Inside
04:32
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Life Inside The Margin
I am a failure to cooperate
with your structure of dominance,
I tremble as I suffocate on refusal.
I am a dying flame in an enclosed space.
These walls are difficult to penetrate.
To exists inside a cycle of abuse is torture...
But once I break through,
but once I break through
I am a pathetic voiceless set
of forearms and knees
trudging through the mud for help.
Life inside the margin,
you fight to survive
Life inside the Margin,
You fight to stay alive.
To stay alive.
To stay alive.
This realm is not for me,
my presence is a burden to mankind
And inside my own mind.
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2. |
Stifled Identity
01:33
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Universal justice settles the score on you
Your heart floods with ignorance
and words speak untrue
Your weak perspective breeds foul air
Those like us are forced to breath
It must be cleared
Reaping disappointment from seeds of hope
does not make will power less strong.
Though you standard floods society,
I won’t drown with a stifled identity
Heartbreak is real,
I have no doubt
but the odds always even out.
This has continued far too long.
Though your standard floods society,
I won’t drown with a stifled identity.
Though your standard floods society,
I won’t drown with a stifled identity.
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3. |
Altered Joy
02:04
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The hives that have overflown with honey are going bare
for a flower with the richest pollen is becoming rare.
Too many days have gone by
where the essence is mutilated by large hands.
Detached from the roots to form a bouquet
to present gestures
of standard beauty.
So much suffering because the blossom cannot bloom.
So much suffering when a blossom lives to suit your needs.
The damage is irreversible
from your Alter Joy.
Because you treat another life
like your fucking toy.
Too many days have gone by
where their words are trampled by large feet.
The pain lies within the truth or knowing that they will die,
being something that they were forced to be.
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4. |
Antisocial Butterfly
01:55
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Sometimes I know where I'm going when the path that I stride isn't bleak.
But there's a weight clung onto my ankles,
making me drag my feet.
What is it?
What is it that makes me lie about hurting,
though I'm clearly in pain.
I dream about an escape
from dancing in heavy rain.
In heavy rain.
Deep down in my heart there's an answer that ends with wings spread wide open, and clear sky.
And I'll flutter away into the sunset
Where I belong.
Deep down in my heart there's an answer
it ends with wings spread wide open...
back where I go stretching my imagination
from one end to the next.
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5. |
Tough Skin
01:41
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For a good while I was dreaming
and you dissected me in my sleep.
Only to wake up in feel every muscle is there
but the one that beats.
Even though I'm capable of putting myself back together.
it's all becoming tough skin my needles are getting dull from reattaching.
Looking at these scars remind me
of tolerance of prolonged deception.
I'm allowed to see that you're no friend of mine,
you have no capacity to provide me any protection.
And even though I'm capable of putting myself back together,
it's all becoming tough skin.
And my needles are getting dull from reattaching.
Now the illusion has ended I'm intact.
I learn to breath again,
and watch my back.
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6. |
Red Terror
01:54
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You say it's purging
If feels like a disease
I clench my teeth,
Buckle at the knees
Rise up from the ashes,
burst into flames.
A creature inside I can't contain.
The taste of iron
in the back of my throat.
I fold in two,
I start to choke.
Deep red matter
Unforgiving pain
Engulfed in nausea
Throbbing migraines
Seven days of terror,
each moment is slow
You say it purging
If feels like a disease
I clench my teeth,
Buckle at the knees
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7. |
Cornered
01:34
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Walking home in the daylight,
Lustful looks pierce through my clothes
Walking home alone in the dark
the fear of being penetrated seeps through the shadows.
From my experience I understand
that safety is not a guarantee.
You'll deal with all my forms of defense,
I uphold the right to claim what I need.
Thats respect.
A simple idea.
Because who said that I'm your amusement park?
And you're entitled to a ride?
These events are private, cost of entry's more steep that your pride.
And touching my core is a privilege.
If you can't acknowledge that step outside the line.
I know you blood gets hot,
go boil over on your own time.
Not mine.
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8. |
Wings on Pigs
03:00
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9. |
Shut the Door
05:04
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