We're easy to drown out,
Cause we lack a voice,
Nobody gives a ****,
Why should I forgive it?

I'm not obligated,
You're not educated,
I've seen as we've faded,
Merely seen as pages.

You use our hands,
To sing your hymns,
Place hands on our head,
Pray, "Jesus, save this sin."

I'm not obligated,
You're not educated,
I've seen as we've faded,
Merely seen as pages.

Completely ignored,
If we're not front page news,
For something you think we can't do,
Then we're ghosts again,
Lost in the system.

Why can’t I just stay awake forever,
Staple my eyelids to my skull,
Stare at the sun till my eyes melt,
But I’ll pass out,
Face first to the ground,
Consequently breaking my nose.

There's a smile in every picture of us,
Does that explain away the pain?
Does it excuse the shouting and fighting?
We were happy a few times,
But those few times,
Are outweighed by the crimes.

When there’s a time and place,
I can’t remember my old face,
Can’t even read my own name,
Yet, you refused to take blame.

Call me outside,
I'm looping inside,
From one end to another,
As if on a metal tether.

Come back to the old home,
The suburbs we will roam,
A picture perfect filled with dread,
Nearly met eyes with death and the dead.

Call me outside,
I refuse to abide,
Drag me on the metal tether,
From one end to another.

Bones too thick for my skin,
Skin too thin for my kin,
An accidentally labeled kid,
Kept his feelings under a lid.

Hey, I’m gonna ask politely,
As kindly as I possibly can,
In a way that there’s no way you’ll say no,
“Could you help me take my skin off?”
My hollow bones are too wet,
And my pink flesh is too tight,
If I had the strength I’d do it myself,
But it’s easier when you’ve got a friend.

Pull it all off,
I want to be,
A skeletal system,
Making its way down Main Street.

Now I’m getting greedy,
It’s day two, you helped put it back on,
I think I need you again, friend,
Is this an addiction?
No I don’t think so cause I’ve got my head still,
Do you mind taking my head off?
Disconnect.
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I’m emotionally detached,
And also exhausted,
Cause you’re an oil tycoon,
Draining all my energy and blood,
It’s funny for you to see me die again.

To the municipality of my right side brain,
I send you this letter wishing you well,
Asking you kindly for a drop of water,
I know the well has been run dry,
And the rivers are beginning to tire,
Know I'd be forever in debt,
If I were spared just a drop of water.

There's a head on my shoulder,
I'm detached from the floor,
Nothing unusual but it feels brutal,
Though I feel pretty glued,
For now, while the head's on my shoulder.

From a racing heart,
To exhaling smoke,
I'll blame it on the ****.

It's all a state of limbo,
The sound of the song,
To the rhyme of the lyrics,
I can't get it out,
If I'm not quick enough,
I feel it well up inside,
To the point where,
It's all gonna explode,
And I could make a mess,
I'm certainly a mess,
I know my bedroom floor,
It would hate to be dirtied.

Now, sir, where have you taken my heart?
It's not at the dump cause I'm feeling great,
And it's not in limbo cause I've got closure,
So what have you done?

I think there's something special in the works,
Brewing and stewing in my vocal chords,
I could call it an, 'I love you' but it's too soon,
The center is still much too cold,
I hope you won't mind the wait.

There's a touch I'd like from you,
It's more than just the touch of lust,
The hand that's gentle and warm,
Like a cup of fresh cocoa.

I know there's something special in the works,
A buttery sweet sort of brew to sip upon,
I might begin to call it an 'I love you' but in due time,
The ingredients haven't all been added,
I hope you won't mind the wait.

Even as I dance with you,
A cheesy ballad or two,
Maybe a cuddle to boot,
now, sir, there's nowhere else I'd be.

I think there's something special in the works,
Brewing and stewing in my vocal chords,
I could call it an, 'I love you' but it's too soon,
The center is still much too cold,
I hope you won't mind the wait.

It's a forest parted from the trees,
All of it is incomplete,
I will run until I’m free,
Till the end of dooms-day,
Faced by the wretched beasts,
Radioactive six foot wolves,
Mutated hungry killer bears,
Am I here to be consumed?
Or do I concede to them?
Never free am I then?

Made to hate my bones,
Came too close to a grave,
Underneath the porch I'll stay,
To hide from the ivory fangs.

Get into your seat, writer,
Find your home inside the ink,
Construct the walls out of paper,
Your desk out of pencils,
And your pipes out of hollowed pens.

I know you fell for the feeling,
But it's easy to get lost in it all,
If you walked away now,
I know you'd go insane.

Upon your mirrors there's words,
Reflections that spell your introspection,
Flip it around cause it's too much noise,
Cause, writer, the sound is burdening you.

I know you fell for the feeling,
But it's easy to get lost with it all,
Crashing down on your thin walls,
I know you're going insane.

Sunrise is my best friend,
When I’m up till 4am,
Kindly trying to pretend,
I chose her to defend,
But in the end,
Solar flares can’t amend.

Bury my feet in wires,
Spray my hands with fire,
I’ll take the smoke higher,
Blame the flames, I’m not a crier.

I welcome the sunlight in,
It’ll brush against my chin,
Pulling my lips into a grin,
She knows when I’ll begin,
To start a riot with my kin,
But then again,
I will never win.

Bury my feet in wires,
Spray my hands with fire,
I’ll take the smoke higher,
Blame the flames, I’m not a crier.

Don’t you go,
I can’t bare to be alone,
In the evening I’m more prone,
To leave the house and roam,
On the streets, I hear his tone,
The moon knows I’m getting cold,
He’s urging to head on home,
No I won’t
No I won’t
No I won’t

The ramifications tear my guts apart,

All our guts apart,

This is our guts being pulled apart,

for the children,

The ramifications for the trans,

for the enby,

The ramifications for the women,

for anyone.

How many will die in just a week?

Send around the violent mend,
On the precipice of a bend,
A ****** that sees no end,
From a tired decrepit friend.

Eroded bones of gold,
As we dig into the fold,
"Use your words" I was told,
Words don't work on black mold.

Where am I if I’m not standing,
There’s a play I want to be in,
I wish I didn’t shake and cry,
Every time I try to fight back.

My arms go limp,
Then my eyes tear up,
Finally, I loose all feeling in my legs,
I refuse to hand in my self-respect.

I hurt the morals I stand for,
No I won't lower the bar I set,
There’s a pale morning light but,
I still haven’t understood where my hands lay.

My arms go limp,
Then my eyes tear up,
Finally, I loose all feeling in my legs,
I refuse to hand in my self-respect.

Worked so hard to find my peaceful twilight hour,
At some point I’ll pull a golden curtain's rope,
Something that never comes without a fine,
I will not keep my pride for your sake,
I know not all that I say is right
There’s a stage and a song that calls,
I’m going on, entering from stage right,
Tripping over my ankles but that’s in the script.
Upon the stage I see there’s a telephone,
I answer to find my stage directions,
Follow until the prologue completes,
I won’t need directions for Chapter 1.

My arms go limp,
Then my eyes tear up,
Finally, I loose all feeling in my legs,
I refuse to hand in my self-respect.

Say the US is the land of the free
Starting to think that's the thing,
You've been so obscenely free,
Free to run your mouth,
Free to brandish your gun,
Free to take, steal, and ****.

Aren't you proud?
Oh aren't you proud!
Daddy's favorite side of the earth.

****** on a Sunday,
That’s good money you paid
Oh boy, you just can’t wait,
To make their world mold away.

Aren't you proud?
Oh aren't you proud!
Daddy's favorite side of the earth.

Dragging death on a Monday,
See their skin begin to fade,
As if slowly peeled with a blade,
This is a mess that you have made,
No regret for inflicted pain.

Aren't you proud?
Oh aren't you proud!
Daddy's favorite side of the earth.

Say it again, the land of the free,
In the middle I will never meet,
Cause all you ever do is squeal,
You don't know how to conceal,
Your historical cannibalistic meals.