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Civil
04:33
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The blows fall short
But I feel the effort behind them
So loud are sounds
Too fragile are my bones
Burning like acid in my blood
I’ve run out of things to count
My discomfort makes itself known
Too short of arms
Another day guarded
Plotting the next attack
I’m not the one with a knife behind my back
I’m back to shame, the corners
The rocks where I am dashed
Back to the wall, flowers, wallflowers, and ballerinas
I’m invaded
Come to make me civil
But I am my own kind
Let me remind you
I am my own kind
We both bleed inside
I cherished your heart as my own, irreplaceable
That’s why I leave you alone
You award me backhanded
The consolation you give to me
Is nothing to celebrate
Becoming someone I hate
Doing things I don’t believe in
I’ve run out of things to count
My discomfort makes itself known
Too short of arms
Another day guarded
Plotting the next attack
I’m not the one with a knife behind my back
I’m back to shame, the corners
The rocks where I am dashed
Back to the wall, flowers, wallflowers and ballerinas
I’m invaded
Come to make me civil
But I am my own kind
Let me remind you
I am my own kind
You bend the rules because they serve you
But I was right the whole time
I am my own kind
Let me remind you
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New hues of rose tint the glass
Whiter the tearstains
How bloody?
How bloody is Carrie?
How bloody is Mary?
Pale to Vlad
The tracks on my back
The seat of my spine
Too good it’s bad, so bad it’s good
The context removed
All the ways misunderstood
An art this war of avengement
For suffers of another time
Playing Go with cupid’s crossbow
Revenge for the he/art
For the he/art, compassion
Reassurance I’m still breathing
My heart is still beating
I’m fighting to feel, alive
For the right
How to continue
How bloody?
How bloody is Carrie?
How bloody is Mary?
Pale to Vlad
Pale to black
Back to the dark in the hole
The exile of Lilith
The murder of Medusa
The conspirators of Rosemary
The destruction of Kali
A crime of passion
The tracks on my back
The seat of my spine
Too good it’s bad, so bad it’s good
The context removed
All the ways misunderstood
What would you do?
An art this war of avengement
For suffers of another time
Playing Go with cupid’s crossbow
Revenge for the he/art
For the he/art, compassion
Reassurance I’m still breathing
My heart is still beating
I’m fighting to feel, alive
For the right
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Goes by many names
It’s not a demon, or monster
You can keep away
I put it metaphorically
Manipulate the story
It’s the artist way of anti-heroinism
So, you can handle it against the grain
A cute little name, masking my pain
Give personification to what you won’t say
Could be what’s killing me
What I live with everyday
Held it in and pretend living through them
Today Nina’s blackbird, tomorrow it’s Edgar’s raven
Love starved the devil side, comfort deprived the devil side
Driven further into isolation
Fear smiles and terror laughs
I’m the problem
Put the mask back
Passive in agreement
You conditioned me
Held it in and pretend
It’s not happening, not this again
But normal is an illusion
And I am a child of chaos and stand neutral
Conditioned me to equate love with pain
The loss is ever growing
Held it in and pretend
It’s not happening, not this again
Normal is an illusion
And I am a child of chaos and stand neutral
So, you can handle it against the grain
A cute little name, masking my pain
Give personification to what you won’t say
Could be what’s killing me
What I live with everyday
Held it in and pretend living through them
Today Nina’s blackbird, tomorrow it’s Edgar’s raven
Love starved the devil side, comfort deprived the devil side
Driven further into isolation
Fear smiles and terror laughs
I’m the problem
Put the mask back
Love starved the devil side
Driven further into isolation
Fear smiles and terror laughs
I’m the problem
Put the mask back
So, you can sleep tight with the lights on
Hold your god’s and monsters tight
It’s not a demon
You can keep away
I put it metaphorically
Manipulate the story
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The dead woke me
Watering the garden with tears and weather
The dead don’t rest peacefully
They told me
It’s wishful thinking, god it makes me uneasy
The world has a face that’s enchanted
The dead don’t rest peacefully
It’s wishful thinking
You can’t stop the body snatchers, the skinners
You can’t stop the grave robbers
Or the reanimation, oh those buried alive
The human butchers
It’s selfish to miss so I stay selfless by I wish and wish
Lost in the outcry
Oh, patron
Patron, see me
Only thrones in the graveyard
Only red moons when it’s dark
The dead woke me
Move me. giving me all this energy
Watering the garden with tears and weather
The dead don’t rest peacefully
They told me
It’s wishful thinking, god it makes me uneasy
The world has a face that’s enchanted
The dead don’t rest peacefully
It’s wishful thinking
You can’t stop the body snatchers, the skinners
You can’t stop the grave robbers
Or the reanimation, oh those buried alive
The human butchers
Ready to take a life
Ready to die
It plays out over and over in my eyes
Like a factory line
It’s selfish to miss so I stay selfless and I wish and wish
Lost in the outcry
Oh, patron
Patron, see me
Only thrones in the graveyard
Only red moons when it’s dark
I cling to you, no you’re not mine
But jealously got me, lonely for you only
Words from the part of me I forgot
I know I don’t deserve you
You belong to yourself and no one else
But who do they make you out to be
A part of everyone, but a heart isn’t cheap
I let you sleep but you always answer me in the garden
In the garden I’m special, I’m seen
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Craft This Love - Alone
04:17
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Doing very well on my own
Let the need override the reluctance, the fear
I had to craft this love
And I relapse every chance
Too conscientious, too sensitive
Thought of the worst, made overprotective
Truth can’t defeat the feeling, and it stays
But with alexithymia I can’t recognize it
Trapped reliving the same moments
It’s always happening
Finally seen and I still hide
A trail of breadcrumbs
Wise, tricky, and brave
What she lacks in age, she makes up for in sadness
What she lacks in age, she makes up for in fantasy
It’s for the best, let’s make believe
What else was there to do
Who would I be if not me
Doing very well on my own
Let the need override the reluctance
I had to craft this love
And I relapse every chance
To where its save to dream, free of me
But the good scars like the bad things
Like maladaptive daydreams
Making me wish I never had them
It’s for the best left anhedonic
What else was there to do
The choice was made for me
It’s for the best
Nothing you can do about it
It’s still nameless
Finally seen and I still hide
A trail of breadcrumbs
Wise, tricky, and brave
What she lacks in age, she makes up for in sadness
What she lacks in age, she makes up for in fantasy
It’s for the best, let’s make believe
What else was there to do
No ones coming and I can’t wait any longer
Let the need override what I’m giving up
All I’ve known
I had to craft this love alone
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6. |
The Hole in My Head
05:16
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Always too close to home
Stay looking out the window
Where will I go
Where nobody knows me
I still cry like the days in your shadow
It’s the weight around my ankles
Pushing and pulling me back
Thrown up by earth
Did the victim come first
It shouldn’t happen, regurgitation
Thrown up by earth
Walled up and sealed the door
I only live on the floor
With goosebumps while my heart thumps
Leave the bad alone, so I’m abandoned
Normalcy makes it seem not as bad as it really was
Not self-pity if others tell me
Its okay, it’s really okay
It’s really not that bad
I can’t see how sad
With my hands clasped tight in my lap
Mistaking sympathy for love
Bonding over broken understanding
I still can’t comprehend the warmth of your hands
Then you twist the knife the same
So, I’m wound up, tight
So high-strung, I’m the one
With the hole in my head dug straight from the amygdala
Many miles down
100 layers, 1,000 forms
Walled up and sealed the door
I only live on the floor
With goosebumps while my heart thumps
Leave the bad alone, so I’m abandoned
The mouse chews down to my pit less heart
The hole is endless
They told me thick skin
The buffer, oh a target like a punching bag
Never my issue always labeled the problem
With the hole in my head dug straight from the amygdala
Many miles down
100 layers, 1,000 forms
Walled up and sealed the door
I only live on the floor
With goosebumps while my heart thumps
Leave the bad alone, so I’m abandoned
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Singer/songwriter/producer/visual artist and writer.
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