What'd ya say?
Stand in line
No mistake
Stand in line
Yeah
Try living
Free bird
Tied down
You can't make me
You can fuck off
Die trying
Try flying
Then you'll see
Then you'll hear your name
It's all on your hands
Your fame
Rape. Kill. Faster. Master. Dying
Hope. Love
Why am I still dying?
It's all on your hands
Your fate
Rape. Kill. Faster. Master. Dying
Hope. Love
Why am I still dying?
I feel totally out of control
I feel like I wanna do something bad
I can't stop myself from hurting
All of life's shit makes me mad
Nowhere to live
No one to love
My empty hands hurt -
It's cracked; my face is raw
Victim
Victim
Cut out my eyes
Don't be so desperate
It shows in your smile...
So the Priestess picked up the enneagram book and it turns out I am a Four with a Five wing. Desire and Hate. I need new tags now. Finishing track fifteen of twenty-two. Lots of baritone and not much programming. need microphone set up. working on painting. staying creative. its a better headspace for me. staying in touch with allies. getting gifts as an expression of love. learning the five love languages for the dimension of Netzach - Love.
Celebrated my friends birthday instead of Veteran's Day.
Abandonment
You can't Love this. It isn't worthy of your love.
It can go to the Asylum of the Loveless.
It is not finished hating itself. It can feel a wound has developed but will not heal.
Self Sabotaged mutilation manipulation keeps going in circles around its shit littered cage.
Exhausted, it lashes out at everyone and everything. It cannot be loved.
Now it has been given a mirror. It can reflect. Hold the truth before its eyes.
It is loved. It has a name.
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