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Enormous Deformous II
08:11
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She has a dream: to be less of her
taught all her life she should be insecure
To hate who she saw in the mirror staring back at her
She fights every day of her life to understand her worth
The weight of the gaze at her back is worth a thousand words
A shame and a sadness and pain it’s all consuming her
She’s always in need
She’ll never be free
Craving to be seen but not seen
Craving's all she ever can be
She has a dream: to be less of her
Her pain on display it is all of her
The laughs and the smirks in the halls that she has always heard
The years she has had to endure have only made it worse
She’s always in need
She’ll never be free
Craving to be seen but not seen
Craving's all she ever can be
Craving, craving, craving, CRAVE!!!
She has a dream: to be less of her
Her shame on display, it's all over her
She fights an urge she’s can’t stop or even understand
The weight of her weight on her back so she retreats within
Her imagination is what she’s clinging to
The world constantly telling her exactly of her worth
She’s always in need
She’ll never be free
Craving to be seen but not seen
Craving's all she ever can be
She has a dream: to be less of her
A need to fulfill an unrelenting thirst
A sickness and a sadness inside that she will never cure
Her weight defines how she is seen and how she sees herself
She’s always in need
She’ll never be free
Craving to be seen but not seen
Craving's all she ever can be
The weight and the burden within the craving never ends
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Mincemeat
03:22
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Cutting shit into tiny bits
Popping pills to control my fits
An average Joe in an average pit
Jambalay-a jumbled mess
Can’t control this mounting stress
Prescriptions have me at my best
Mirroring as I deflect
Mincemeat (x4)
Calming nerves prepping for the storm
Conformity is to not conform
Awkward stance offered as the norm
Hypertension and a hyper bore
Mincemeat (x4)
Mincemeat from what’s left of my humble pie
Choking on what’s left of my shattered pride
Confluence of life that’s been left behind
Insincere attempts to claw back my life
Addict!!
Manic!!
Addict
Frantic!!
Addict!!
Panic!!
Addict!!
That’s it!!!
Obsessed with what I don’t possess
Blessed art thou who don’t obsess
Fighting to keep myself check
Six months scrubbed but bored to death
Mincemeat (x4)
Mincemeat from what’s left of my humble pie
Choking on what’s left of my shattered pride
Confluence of life that’s been left behind
Insincere attempts to claw back my life
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Never had a thing to fear, protected all your life
Sheltered from adversity protected all your life
Empathy for POC a good suburban White
Sincerely tuned to NPR a good suburban white
Trapped inside this false ideal don’t ever let it go
Life outside is all too real secure in what you’ve known
Trapped inside this false ideal don’t ever let it go
Life outside is all too real secure in what you’ve known
What you’ve known
Live alone, secure alone compassion from afar
All your strife comes from the news and horrors from afar
"No locked doors, no windows barred” nothing that leaves a scar
Hyper sealed environment dulled edge won’t leave a scar
Leave a scar
Trapped inside this self-made shell secure in what you know
No idea of what's to come no way you could have known
Trapped inside this self-made shell secure in what you know
No idea of what's to come no way you could have known
The unknown
Working late some random night alone without a care
Street lamps splash on wet asphalt a still is in the air
A lonely walk across the lot a sense that someone's there
The ingrained sense of self safety is stripped and gone and bare
A stranger’s clutch a demon’s touch a fight that’s hardly fair
Fair is fair
Trapped inside a moving cell where to I just don’t know
Precursor of coming hell from who I just don’t know
Trapped inside a moving cell where to I just don’t know
Precursor of coming hell from who I just don’t know
I don’t know
Trapped inside a moving cell where to I just don’t know
Shivers up and down my spine a fear of the unknown
Trapped inside a moving cell where to I just don’t know
Crumpled in a cold dark box a faint and orange glow
The unknown
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The Writer
06:09
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People in the streets
their hands clenched in fists
freedom fighters of the land
fear no bloodshed, feel no pain
they know who are the good and bad
little trolls who say war is peace
contradict the intellect
speak out loud, speak out proud
it’s you they want to forget
I am the one, they are a mob
I am an independent soul
they are a group of cold blooded lives
you know I am, you know I am
I’m the writer
Some like to march and some like to preach
some like to grind it in your brain
some speak with guns and some through their teeth
but I’ve got the paper and pen
thoughts in ink, I dwell on my pad
won’t you read my point of view
if you don’t buy it, go to the riot
but I’ll stay safe at what I do
I am the one, they are a mob
I am an independent soul
they are a group of cold blooded lives
you know I am, you know I am
I’m the writer
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5. |
709 S. Wasco Road
04:33
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You’ve leased your perfect paradise
A perfect lawn and a perfect wife
A cul-de-sac and your Stepford dreams
just don’t look between the seams
Home
Tucked in, secure, you’re safe at...
Home
Keep up appearances at...
Home
Privileged, protected, trapped at…
Home
Don’t stray too far...
A well-read script and a stellar cast
Appearances not built to last
Tan today no future bets
Behind the smile a cripples debt
Home
Tucked in, secure, you’re safe at...
Home
Keep up appearances at...
Home
Privileged, protected, trapped at…
Home
Don’t stray too far away from home
Your manicured lawn just right
Reflecting your careful life
Content that it all looks the same
Safe in suburbia's nest
Middle class at it’s best
Neighboring Monsters at bay
Don’t wander outside the block
Stay safely within the flock
Your children will grow up the same
Never mind the changing tide
Hold on tight and live that life
Smoke and drink can’t have too much
Meet the Brady Bunch for Brunch
Home
Tucked in, secure, you’re safe at...
Home
Keep up appearances at...
Home
Privileged, protected, trapped at…
Home
Don’t stray too far away from home
Home
A cancer is starting to grow...
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