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Wasting Impressions
02:54
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Upon the moon, I am nothing
Upon nothing I am the moon
Upon life, I am trying
Upon the net, I can fall right through
To not understand rejection when I’m not to care
But that’s what happens when the value of impressions, you bare
Scratch the scabs from the back of my throat
It’ll be fine, they were just hope
Let that useless blood flow into my stomach
It’ll be fine, I’ve gotten used to being sick
Sandcastles
They’re filth
They fall
Dissolve
Fickle with the ocean tide
Little army men
They march
They torch
They beat
They kill
They win
Scary ghost stories
Nightmares
Enticing
I want more
I love them
Porcelain clown dolls
They laugh
They scream
They scare
They break
And cut me
Suffocate as I pull my world down
With my mouth, I make this sound
With this negligence, I drown
With my wire, I am bound
Fall down as I take it at one time
With my silence, I am a mime
With this shit, I play in grime
With laziness, I’ve never had a prime
So back and forth
Falling worth
So much potential
Trapped in the fatal
Look at the mass of this plight
I wish I could go to the moon
The severity would just become so light
But I guess I would too
From free market to fascist
I look in between
I cannot see anything
Suitable for me
I’m not too worried
One of these keys
That I sing flat of
Will one day be me
I’m choking as I let myself lose
Meaningless I rarely choose
Inspiration and motivation are always confused
Time and potential, I love to abuse
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Show Me
03:49
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The mark on my neck is from the way you can’t get enough
The stains on my bed just always mess with my head
I can feel your heart underneath your warm, soft chest
And I can feel your hand wrapped around, what right now, is life
I want inside
Where there’s nowhere to hide
As the heartbeats ignite
The passion explodes
I breathe to fight the time all of this blows
I can feel the liquid just starting to flow
You’re wrapped around so tight
I never want to go
I feel hands so dedicated to taking the calm away
The mouths just wanting to drive each other insane
I taste your sweetness
I taste it as you moan
I want to go where it’s warm
I want to go home
I want inside
Where there’s nowhere to hide
As the heartbeats ignite
The passion explodes
I breathe to fight the time all of this blows
I can feel the liquid just starting to flow
You’re wrapped around so tight
I never want to go
Everything feels perfect inside my hands, inside my mouth
Lift your leg just a little higher while we’re pressed against this fire
Show me all you have to give, ‘cause I won’t hesitate to
Show me why I live
Show me why I live
Show me why I live
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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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Ignorance
05:06
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Ignorance is bliss
I’ll just close my eyes
And believe these lies
The tragedy of reality
Does not apply to me
For ignorance is bliss
You live a lie, psychologically
You see things differently
Not as they are, but as you want them to be
Ignoring truth and certainty
In favor of bias and obscurity
You pick and choose what you want to see
Ignoring things you don’t want to be
Never seeing things with which you don’t agree
Blinded by self-negativity
You’ll never know real positivity
Ignorance is bliss
I’ll just close my eyes
And believe these lies
The tragedy of reality
Does not apply to me
For ignorance is bliss
Drowning in the sea of conformity
You don’t believe in individuality
You don’t even try to ever think any differently
Thinking the same way constantly
You don’t wanna think differently
Ignorance is bliss
I’ll just close my eyes
And believe these lies
The tragedy of reality
Does not apply to me
For ignorance is bliss
When ignorance is bliss
Bliss is just false happiness
It only leads to loneliness and misery
Because you couldn't see your inability
To think any differently
Because you think so ignorantly
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Oblivious
04:19
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Your weak desires to be true are completely negated by no ability to
I’ve tried so hard to tell without ever telling you what to do
Yet again and again you manage to give up courage and lose the win
I feel so bad for you, but refuse to give you my sympathy, which you aren’t due
Oblivious
Oblivious to the way that everyone just takes control of you
I am guilty of this but you make it so hard not to do
Now the only one who has never exploited yet, well you just toss them
I feel so bad for you and I hope that one day you wake up to this world
Oblivious
For the life of me, I just can’t understand. How can you just ignore people talking to you? And how can you listen to everyone who tries to lead you towards unhappiness? I’ve heard your great aspirations, but you’ll never get there as long as you remain so…
Oblivious to the way that everyone just takes control of you
I am guilty of this but you make it so hard not to do
Now the only one who has never exploited yet, well you just toss them
I feel so bad for you and I hope that one day you wake up to this world
Oblivious
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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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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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