1. |
The First Date
01:06
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This is western culture, leave me as message.
Hey, it’s Veronica!
I can’t stop thinking about the other night
It was amazing
When I look at the stars, they remind me of the ones your fists made me see
I haven’t eaten since that night
The next time I see you, it’s going to be perfect!
I’ll be perfect.
You’re just going to love me so much.
Oh yeah! I love the CD that you burned me, that was so sweet of you
Mom tried to take it away from me
She said it was “degrading” or whatever
She just doesn’t understand
Anyway, I can’t wait to see you again
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2. |
Did You Find Everything?
03:30
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Tear this apart
Let tomorrow finally arrive
Burn down the past
I’m tired of the same thing
Scanning the scene all day long
Searching for drive in which I can’t hold on
This is what it’s come to
This is all I feel
Awake to an alarm and it all starts again
A day full of lethargy and emptiness
Drained!
Beyond the horizon
I can see
This will not be the end of me
Hollow sincerity
Pressing upon my lungs
Sincere hollowing
Of all importance
Holding onto my thoughts
They’re the only escape from this place
What have I let it come to?
This is all sub-real
Taking part within a system
Stripping away all importance
Pseudo-colors radiating
Faux rainbow visible
Dispensable human beings
Fucking tools are operating
I can’t hear past all this beeping
But I can’t quit smiling
Hollow sincerity
Pressing upon my lungs
Sincere hollowing
Of all importance
I can’t take this anymore
Just like I’ve said before
But I’ll drag there back and forth
I’ll drag behind me, my self-worth
Beyond the horizon
I can see
This will not be the end of me
Beyond the monotony
I can just see
Towards the end of the day
Tear this apart
Let tomorrow finally arrive
Burn down the past
I’m tired of the same thing
Taking part within a system
Stripping away all importance
Pseudo-colors radiating
Faux rainbow visible
Dispensable human beings
Fucking tools are operating
I can’t hear past all this beeping
But I can’t quit smiling
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3. |
Always
04:43
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It always come down to this fire
I always break down to be the liar
These promises always go haywire
Butterflies always fill the entire
Why do I always push those away?
Those who I make promise to always stay?
I always get closest to the pain
With relating to myself, I am insane
I cannot move without feeling the rush of anticipation, endorphins swallow me whole
Always torn
All is burned
Always gone
All is harmed
Always torn
All is burned
Always gone
All is harmed
Always
Always...
I always work so hard on these bridges
Then wish I could just rip them out like stitches
I always just want to save something
And when it gets too hard, I want to do nothing
How can I always be so naive?
I see myself in them and I just want to believe
I always forget how hard I fell down
And people, unlike me, they stayed around
I cannot move without feeling the sting of hypocrisy as I know that I am wrong
Always torn
All is burned
Always gone
All is harmed
Always torn
All is burned
Always gone
All is harmed
Always fond
All is wrong
Always sweet
All is weak
Always smiles
All's defiled
Always love
All is nothing
All is nothing
All is nothing...
I repeat this over and over
I will make you my woeful lover
And shower you with words of comfort
I think I'm removing all the dirt
Then it blows up in your face
And then I change my entire pace
I'll go from taking the pain away
To running and adding more pain to stay
I cannot move without feeling the rush of anticipation, endorphins swallow me whole
Always torn
All is burned
Always gone
All is harmed
Always torn
All is burned
Always gone
All is harmed
Always fond
All is wrong
Always sweet
All is weak
Always smiles
All's defiled
Always love
All is nothing
Always...
All is nothing
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4. |
Dresden Is Still Alive!
04:57
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Hitler learned everything he knew from Amerikkka
The Pink Lady screamed that, “Dresden Is Still Alive!”
Her fingers are like lips
They can write or bite
Spit or fight
Yell daggers or hold a knife
Either way, they’re here to open your eyes
If you miss your eyelids
Don’t be surprised
She’ll hold them from reprise
But don’t be shocked if you despise
What once blocked you
Kept you shielded from what’s outside
And if you take debate
And let go of fate
Then you’ll learn what we all should hate
American slavery
Held permanently
Whipped genetically
It took a war to free
Segregated legally
Treated unfairly
Equalized pusedo-ly
Given a few opportunities instead of equalized structurally
And yet there are those who claim that they are merely leeching
Apron, hair pin, cooking, washing, listening, loving, baking, baby, make-up, nurture
Does it paint a picture?
Cars, guitars, break laws, sinners, body hair, boots, pick-ups, propose, smashing
Does it paint a scene?
Every time a men’s bathroom is left without a changing stall
Every time a woman gets laughed at while under a car
Every time a man gets hit by a woman and its okay
Every time a woman does the same job and she receives less pay
We all play in to these ideas
These concepts
What we should regret and get upset about is what we let everyone think is in stone and set
Heroes risk life, limb and mind
Their on the corner begging for your dime
Those who create “support the troops” bumper stickers
Have done nothing to take away that bottle of liquor
They go across seas to fight for our country
Yet our country allows them to die in our streets
Actin’ like we don’t know anything about PTSD
Actin’ like it’s not our fault they’ve gone crazy
Then there are those who look down on them
Killing innocents
You’re not there and you don’t know a fucking thing
That is the savagery that war does bring
Don’t judge actions outside of their context
So jump off of this superiority complex
Open your mouth, and do something about it
We are the ones who let it happen
Stand there and tell me sexuality is a choice
Is a sin, it’s pretend.
Let me be another voice
When you spend
Your whole life
Trying to
Convince your
Self that you
Are not bi
Are not gay
It will tear
Eat away
‘Cause you know
How people
Feel about
Something so
Important as who you want to love
Cast away
All of those
Practices
The pseudo
Sciences
Understand
This is real
And for those
Of you who
Want to say
That all we
Want is some
Attention
Then why don’t
You just please, please
Stop giving
It to us
Turn off your television
Turn off your media mind
If you would just close your eyes to it
You would find you’d be less blind
The media slips us roofies
Money turns us around
Monopolies bend us over
And ignorance begins to pound
We eat and shit statistics
We don’t care what they mean
We’d have to think about it
Please tell us what they mean
We won’t question you
Don’t worry
Just lead with whatever bleeds
We are so thankful
We actually thought we were safe on these streets
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5. |
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Upon all of you, I will dance
Judge like a cheated romance
Never a thing to amend
It is fair to condescend
A delectable unnappreciation given and received, fueling the void for this disease. Character of malcontent. She does seek - searches just to fit in. This ballet of vacuity.
Feelings intertwined around a deceitful smile as she spins around after the projection of her bile. A rabid tongue to remonstrate equality. Egoism pestering perceived customary tellurian species.
A delectable unnappreciation given and received, fueling the void for this disease. Character of malcontent. She does seek - searches just to fit in. This ballet of vacuity.
Casted glare at the worms, grotto inhabitants. Undeserving of her charm. Her belabor seems perfect. This ballet of vacuity. Push down cockroaches. Discourse with a queen. Nothing more than digest, there can never be.
Insecurities are mere ramifications - raising perfection, bleeding infection. Scrawny screams of piercing fear. She’s got just a bit too much of her father in her. To be compensated, given the riches - creating the shell that is far too pertinacious.
A giant breaking the minute
A cascade ignored
Making a world disrepute
Killing what he helped bore
Fractioned into something ugly
A new cycle stops the ill use
Material given to soak up the pain
Suppressed one way, throw out in disdain
To never speak of those days
To never feel this
I always closed my eyes
Eventually the tears went away
It was stolen. It could be given back. Wretched and daunting. She’d rather live with the void. She’d rather live with the void. She’d rather live with the void. The ballet of vacuity.
Every path but one she sees - makes not an option. The only road she sees leads straight to destruction. It can be given back. It won’t be given back. It can be given back. It won’t be given back.
A delectable unnappreciation given and received, fueling the void for this disease. Character of malcontent. She does seek - searches just to fit in. This ballet of vacuity.
Sour in this tale of obstruction
Limited to one function
To give the cheapest thrill of me
My ballet of vacuity
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6. |
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A friendly devil – like death. Aged, masked, deceptive: hell.
“Come here, little girl.” Little; like you are – not like I want you to think you are.
Pile of automechanical metal reflecting sin; waiting for innocence
Such a darling hymen to be destroyed by our terror
Wincing
Two lips bit
One not to scream
One not to scream
Girl, this is what you are
Slut, you bare the scar (of me)
You’re the meat
For me to eat
Ouija dances – fumbling zippers. Playful, whimsy, virgin: stumble
“Little girl, this is what you wanted!” – “No it’s not, I swear!”
Pile of cultural-mechanical poison contaminating the soul water
An emotional aero-sault can – this is purezone depletion
Flinching
Two breasts grabbed
One out of instinct
One out of instinct
You thought it was innocent
Didn’t realize you were delicate (naïve)
You’ll never deserve this part
It’s just a part of who you are
You set out the bait
It’s as swallowed
As you will be
A gunshot for a white lie
Ululate for injustice
Oh how I feel it too
Oh how I will destroy you
A gunshot for a black tie
I am the gentlemen by which you will die
This is the formality
Excusing morality
This is the industry
Like infant mortality
This is the moon
Is the sky
Is the sun
Is the fabric of minds
Fabric of minds in which need to unwind
Fabric of time in which seems to bind
I don’t have to wait
Your abundance is great
You’re everywhere
I don’t have to wait for you
I’ll ruin you either way
I have the power to
Whatever you want to do
Long sleeves for a razor
I am the world in which you must survive
This is the anarchy
Of plastic sexuality
And so theatrically
I’ll display it publically
But just a few care
And even fewer cry
While you just die
Between your thighs and eyes
Value placed on what a mirror can supply
Plexiglas in which reflects our lies
This is who you are
This is who we are
You’ll never deserve this part
But yours is a discarded heart
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7. |
The Engagement
01:05
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This is western culture, leave me a message.
I’m sorry I acted so weird last night…
I just couldn’t believe you bought me such a beautiful ring
I wanted to say something…but it didn’t seem like you wanted me to
I know you just wanted to enjoy the moment
But I don’t want you to think that I didn’t appreciate what you gave me
‘Cause I really do!
Its sweet
All my girlfriends are so jealous!
I also just wanted to let you know that I hung that picture of us up in my room
We need another one; I’m barely visible in this one. But it’ll have to do until we get another one.
Okay, I’m going to exercise and then going to sleep.
Love ya
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8. |
Angel Lust
05:19
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I can’t bear to look you in your eyes
I’m too ashamed and I’m to blame
I’m reducing the frequency of fulfillment
I’m adamant – my disappointment
I hate the way I thought I had fixed it all
Angel Lust
Now my corpse is leaning against the wall
Angel Lust
The blood drains down into my mirage
Angel Lust
Looking aroused, alive. But really dust.
Angel Lust
I’m as gone as yesterday and I cannot see
Waking up tomorrow
As everything improves I just consume
All of it. All this intent
I’ll tear off the smile
In which I’ll defile
I make it all worthwhile
I hate being a liar
I mend my heart right in front you
And eat all the stitches I worked so hard on
And that is all I eat
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9. |
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I want to be sticky
I want the thin skin on the pole’s warmth
I want inside the undercurrent
She sees the aesthetic pleasure. A personal flame to fit the structure. To have the patriciate flow within her. She can manipulate the empty dupe while the hook strains and drags her. Such irony arrives inside the gossamer. Father could but couldn’t fill it. Subordinate collapse at the facade of her vanity. Still there’s nothing that’s completed the graft. Now the elite, she perceives, is the antidote, and all of their poison will fill the hole. She needs the patriciate to flow within her.
I am the hollow despoiled
I pursue the poisonous remedy
I am the cheated ghost
I am the cigarette burn
We peel my chewed fingernails backwards to expose the pink in which we’ll turn black
She is more curtailed than any of the other people she makes her demons. Turned a burnt offering into something less desirable just by spreading the fire. The flummoxed sour victim looks forth to the cavernous homes of similar swollen sores. And upon life will this misguided be dressed with a dazzling yet inside-torn vest.
She sees the aesthetic pleasure. A personal flame to fit the structure. To have the patriciate flow within her. She can manipulate the empty dupe while the hooks strains and drags her. Such irony arrives inside the gossamer. Father could but couldn’t fill it. Subordinate collapse at the facade of her vanity. Still there’s nothing that’s completed the graft. Now the elite, she perceives, is the antidote, and all of their poison will fill the hole. She needs the patriciate to flow within her.
My craving lens sees a glue
Each shell commences and inebriates
My craving lens sees a glue
Each shell smiles while plunging the dagger
My craving lens sees a glue
Each shell veneered in ravishing dirt
My craving lens sees a glue
Each shell beautifully covering up the hurt
A bellowing heart will ensue the tracks that lead straight to the pit of a new world. A desire for smoke to conceal her thoughts as she looks for a way to take some control. An abuser abused is in touch with the way that serenity doesn’t exist as portrayed. Veins that will flow with the rush of decay. And let yesterday have more light than today.
Vile diffusion within her grasp. Embrace the numb - live the side effects. Surrounded by cut-up livestock. A home at last - a receding box. Vile diffusion within her grasp. Embrace the numb - live the side effects. Surrounded by cut-up livestock. A home at last - a receding box.
I am leaving this world
I am joining my own kind
One where I can be numb
One where I can be numb
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10. |
Now Stand Up
05:14
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Now stand up
If you can’t change
How you’ve been born
And if you face
The ugly scorn
Of sexism
That deadly storm
Now stand up
Now stand up
Somewhere in America a woman is battered, usually by her intimate partner, every 15 seconds.
15% of domestic violence victims, in America, are male. And men lack support for domestic violence and face being stigmatized even worse than females for being beaten by their partner.
Now men,
Stand up if you
Feel as if you
Could be beaten
In broad daylight
In public
By a female
And nothing
Would happen
Even though you
Know that if it
Was the other
Way around
That you would be
Laying on the ground
In handcuffs
For the awful
Thing that you just did
Now women,
Stand up if you
Feel afraid
Every time
That you’re alone
With your man
And his temper
Flares off
Because you know
What could happen
If it ever just gets bad enough
And how he’ll
Get away
With what he
Just did to you
Because you’re
Not ever supposed
To leave your man
Now stand up
If you can’t change
How you’ve been born
And if you face
The ugly scorn
Of sexism
That deadly storm
Now stand up
Now stand up
If you hate
How unfair
Things can be
Just because
Of the way
People wrongly
Perceive
Now stand up
Women are acquitted of spousal murder at a rate 9 times that of men
Across the globe women do two thirds of the world's work, receive one tenth of the world's income and own less than 1% of the world's property
Work, work, work
Do that work
Feel that burn
Raise those kids
Where in the hell would this world be?
Where in the hell would any of us be?
It takes two
It takes cooperation
But your paycheck is less out of discrimination
It has nothing to do with what you do
It has nothing to do with what they do
It has everything to do with what we do
And how we allow this to go through
Justice, justice
The way things work
We’ll get justice
Isn’t that right
But no, not quite; we all know that
But no, not quite; we won’t stop that
Murder is murder
No matter your gender
But if you’re a male you’re the worse offender
It has everything to do with portrayal
Gender equality shows its betrayal
The odds are so much higher for you going to jail
When we’re treated unfairly, the whole system fails
Now stand up
If you can’t change
How you’ve been born
And if you face
The ugly scorn
Of sexism
That deadly storm
Now stand up
Now stand up
If you hate
How unfair
Things can be
Just because
Of the way
People wrongly
Perceive
Women receive custody of 92% of the children of divorce and illegitimacy, and men only 4%.
Women working full-time, year-round earn only about 77 cents for every dollar earned by men, virtually the same amount women earned in 2004. In 2005, the median annual earnings of women ages 15 and older were $31,858, compared to $41,386 for their male counterparts.
Stigmas shackle your freedom
Rampant is discrimination
The seeds planted in history
We water them currently
The villains are now all of us
The villains are a part of us
But deep inside are those heroes
The heroes whom which know
That all of us are just human
And we all must rid the rumen
For the cud that comes up to chew
That is coming out of you
Before you act
Before you scream
Before you behave
Ignorantly
Use those filters
Search for truth
Do that math
Try to keep cool
‘Cause it’s always up to us to make a difference
It’s always up to us to shed ignorance
And if you refuse to see that we are one
Then you are a part of what the culture has numbed
Now stand up
If you can’t change
How you’ve been born
And if you face
The ugly scorn
Of sexism
That deadly storm
Now stand up
Now stand up
If you hate
How unfair
Things can be
Just because
Of the way
People wrongly
Perceive
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11. |
Nastusea
04:44
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Everything seems to bite back and lead me to those days so epic and real
The smell of her or a million different songs seem to make me feel unhealed
Seeing a bus travelling towards sadness and heartache instead of satisfying those who anticipate
Every acoustic guitar and every cigarette just tear me into a mess
All of the cutting
All of the pain
All of the wanting
All of the shame
All of tomorrow
Becoming a shattered dream
Not being strong enough
To even scream
I still dream about her, us being together
And every time I wake in tears
It’s not out of regret, but out of love
Losing that which I care most about I fear
Sneaking into a house every night
Not going home alone out of fright
Watching a relationship break in two
Being a part of a group confused
Driving high when I didn’t know what to do
Writing a note that would’ve changed all of you
Sneaking over late, just to lay with her
Yet falling a crutch that would defer
All of the encryption
All of the insane
All the hospital visits
Makes all else tame
All of these feelings
Not knowing where to go
All the bad judgment
All the overflow
All of this naustagia
All of these tear drops
All of the memories
Will never be stopped
They remind me of vulnerability
They remind me of heartache
And how I hated me
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12. |
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Let it go
Outside her head
Inside her head
Let her know
Save her soul
Outside the bed
Inside the bed
Just take her home
She bites the skin upon his neck
“It’s always better in the bed
When you see a little red”
At least, that is what she said
Sink the nails into his back
Trenches from where she has scratched
“Just you breathe and relax”
She likes it rough
Sweet, sweet smile
Make up and defile
Fucking the princess
But she likes it rough
If you saw her eyes
You would be surprised
That not so deep down
She likes it rough
A type of girl who can
Get so bored in a place like this
In the spotlight day to day
Someone who needs to spice things up
A kind of girl who has
So much pressure building up
And needs some way to get it out
Somewhere she can fuck and shout
Dead!
Inside this life
So trifling
So insincere
Alive!
Outside her life
Between the sheets
Still insincere
Let it go
Outside her head
Inside her head
Let her know
Save her soul
Outside the bed
Inside the bed
Just take her home
She bites the skin upon his neck
“It’s always better in the bed
When you see a little red”
At least, that is what she said
Sink the nails into his back
Trenches from where she has scratched
“Just you breathe and relax”
She likes it rough
Dead as the light
With a switch
You and she can break her heart
Tearing apart
Everything she
Sacrificed
Or you can motivate
You can differentiate
Between what she needs
And what she thinks she needs
A type of girl who can
Get so bored in a place like this
In the spotlight day to day
Someone who needs to spice things up
A kind of girl who has
So much pressure building up
And needs some way to get it out
Somewhere she can fuck and shout
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13. |
Dear Violet,
05:57
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Can you feel the pressure?
Of course you can
They use their eyes to measure you
Like a grain of sand
Their judgments are like weather
A million occur
But it takes just one
To take ahold of your life
And cut like a knife
But like a pulsating jackhammer
It goes on and on and on
You can’t walk those halls
Without feelin’ like you are on stage
It’s Miss America, and you’re the star today
You signed up when you grew up
And when you mess up, then your time’s up
So you better not be plain
And you better discipline yourself to the point you’ve gone insane
You better not show the scar at the tip of your finger
They’d eat you if they knew you had pain
You fight and fight to be liked
And if you win, well then you’re dead
That happiness is in your head
And you’ve lost your self-respect
The model is getting thinner and thinner
While the reality is getting bigger and bigger
The incongruency is making girls go to such measures
Anna and Mia telling them that it’s for the better
Then you go home to watch some TV
You turn it on to see a sex scene
Then you realize it’s just advertising
The perfume that will lead straight to the act
That you’ve been taught is supposed to be sacred
Yet it’s exploited so much and you can’t bear to take it
But the television’s there more than your parents
And things sink in the more that you hear them
Seven minutes from mom
Five minutes from dad
While deep down you know that you wish that you had
More things to say to them than you do to your cat
And your drinking and smoking
They call it rebellion
They’re telling you this
But all the while yelling
And then maybe one day
If you’re all lucky
You all will sit down
And find all of this funny
That all of this time
You thought you all were dysfunctional
It was really the culture
What you’re a product of
It’s so hard not to do
What the culture tells you
So you submit
With a razor on you
Or you protest to all its demands
And hurt yourself more with your bare hands
Than the culture ever had planned
Or you cry out for someone to help
By being extreme as your way to yell
Or you look for a way to regain control
By hurting yourself way more than you’re prone
Of every psychological disorder
Anorexia is the hardest to ensure
That its victim will survive
That its victim will be alive
To live a life
To satisfy
Their real needs
To live everything
To live a life where they can control more than their eating
To live a life where they’re not competing
With the culture
That waits like a vulture
Just waiting to devour
Just waiting to turn this story sour
In a world gone cold
You just have lanugo
To keep you tightly wrapped around what is left of your soul
Can you live in this world
Overweight and a girl
And feel good in a culture
That says you’re ugly, despite your worth?
Outer beauty is absolutely the most routinely looked at quality
And when it becomes attractive
To be unnaturally thin
Then it becomes an objective
To do unnatural actions
Sometimes these rules just add to the problems
When they’re in place, with no love, there is drama
And growing up needs to be more than things that will harm us
Spend that money
Smoke and drink
When you grow up
You can do all these things
And you can be on T.V.
And be reduced to a body
And show you’re grown up and spontaneous and free
Then influence more with that hypocrisy
You have to understand the example it is setting
You have to understand the message it’s sending
The media is turning women into sex friends
And men are influenced to believe all these things
The majority of males admit
There are times in which consent
Is not needed to have sex with a women
This is what the culture has told them
Ladies by day
Whores by night
This is what
Is portrayed as right
The boys that pressure them to have sex
Are revered for completing their manly quest
but the girls are reduced and called sluts
A double standard that’s never been touched
One in four of all women are raped
One in four of all women are raped
One in four of all women are raped
One in four of all women are raped
Such a thing needs to be
Thought of as being as extreme
As necrophilia or bestiality
Such a thing needs to be extinct
We need a change in society
If we’re to raise children healthfully
Properly
Equally
Respectfully
Correctly
And here I am, a male
Not yet ready to call myself a man
And I’m trying my hardest to understand
Where you’re coming from
And where you stand
I hope that one day we are equal
I hope that one day people don’t know what rape is
I hope that one day you can walk alone at night without fear
I hope that one day you won’t be afraid to be smart
I hope that one day you don’t feel pressure to look a certain way
I hope that one day you all will eat normally
I hope that one day business and politics will accurately represent you
I hope that one day all our schools will have stories about women, written by women
I hope that one day you won’t be lesser
I hope that one day we can all be proud
I hope for that
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14. |
Dotted Line
06:12
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Hungry, hungry
Dizzy, dizzy
This excess flesh
It hangs within me
Dirty, dirty
Heavy, heavy
I’ll infect it be-
fore it infects me
Churning, churning
Screaming, screaming
I will event-
ually feed me
Waiting, waiting
Hating, hating
Until then
I’ll teach me a lesson
Hungry, hungry
Worried, worried
Guilty, guilty
Awful, awful
Dizzy, dizzy
Enjoy, enjoy
No more, no more
Awful, awful
There’s no cutting
Tearing
Bleeding
Instead there’s nothing
Starving
Stopping
Hardly for image
Reflection
Unsatisfaction
But for hatred
Fraction
Lacking…
Hungry, hungry
Worried, worried
Guilty, guilty
Awful, awful
Dizzy, dizzy
Enjoy, enjoy
No more, no more
Awful, awful
Mirror, mirror on the wall
I am about to fall
I can see my snow demon
Not enough time to cover it
Mirror, mirror, should I save face?
There has never been a place
There has never been a time
I just always let it shine
Mirror, mirror I pity me
Should I not let them see?
I am fading, I am falling
And so soon, I will be crawling
break
This punishment takes so long
I want to speed to it up
Cutting along the dotted line
I am a dotted line
I don’t even have a prime
I am just a dotted line
I keep looking but cannot find
How to make me a solid line
That way this world would fold me
Before I continue with the cutting
And the spit would weaken me
Damp and so easy for ripping
Perhaps the line is irrelevant
But the material in which it represents
Because I know it’s the disgust
And not the stomach
The only thing in which I can’t destroy
Is that inner little boy
The one who used to have a dad
The one who was never sad
The one who died at age four
The one who wished he wasn’t born
The one in which lost everyone
The one in which I often shun
I am just a dotted line
Confined to paper, on which I draw
But like all other pieces
I will be wadded and disposed
Unless I frame me for all to see
And stand the test of history
I am just a dotted line
I hope in the future, you all will find
Hungry, hungry
Worried, worried
Guilty, guilty
Awful, awful
Dizzy, dizzy
Enjoy, enjoy
No more, no more
Awful, awful
As I keep myself hollow
The more and more this pain grows
Shingle shackled to my skin
I’ll just do it again and again
Full of hunger and full of pain
With no will to make it go away
Full of apathy and sadness
I just want my innocence
And as I’m empty more and more
My face becomes more stern and firm
A habit that can catch on quick
I wonder if it will stick
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15. |
The Marriage
02:08
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Veronica: Hey!
WC: oh hey Violet!
Veronica: …it’s Veronica
WC: Says who?
Violet: …what do -
WC: You’re Violet now!
Violet: what are you talking about?
WC: Since you’re now mine, I’m naming you whatever I please. And while I’m at it, I’m controlling everything else too.
Violet: Babe…are you drunk?
WC: Always. So are you.
Violet: No I’m not…
WC: Yes you are. That’s what your empty stomach is telling me
Violet: You’re scaring me
WC: That doesn’t matter. You’re not going anywhere.
Violet: Okay, I’m hanging up now. How about you call me when you sober up?!
WC: You called me!
Violet: Well, that’s the last time. Next time you call me.
WC: You will call me. You have to.
Violet: I don’t have to do anything!
WC: You’ll see…
(violet starts crying)
pause
Violet: Where are you?
WC: Right behind you.
Violet: No you’re not. Where are you?!
WC: You’re lying
Violet: What are you talking about?!
WC: To yourself. You know I’m right behind you. That’s where I’ve always been. That’s where I’ll always be. Now turn around. Give me a hug. I’m sorry for what I said earlier… It won’t happen again, Violet
Violet. I’m really sorry
WC: its okay…
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The Trying Cincinnati, Ohio
The Trying is a solo music project from Chris Kaetzel. I blend sounds from a wide array of genres and influences to create a unique sound to encapsulate a myriad of emotions and topics. My lyrics are always genuine, no matter the content, and that is a major driving force behind The Trying. ... more
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