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Overture: Lust
03:18
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Two years of being paralysed,
Two years till I drop the ball,
Two years until I'm pretty,
Two years till I show them all.
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2. |
The Optimist
02:29
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Baby we'll be fine,
Someday this will be over and you'll,
Be yourself in time.
Hold me till I'm seventeen,
Cause I don't know if I can do this alone.
I don't know why i am this way it makes me,
Sick to my stomach how the mirror hates me,
And maybe I hate myself.
Drinking tilll the pain subsides or,
Crying till my eyes are dry,
Because my body is a fucking cell.
Maybe he was always right,
I'm lying to myself my names real,
But my genders not.
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3. |
The Realist
03:43
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Please somebody stop me from killing myself,
Every day I'm alive I need an ounce more help,
To stop me from taking the razor blade in my bathroom draw,
Then I won't have to put up with this any more.
Please understand that I love your sympathy,
But I don't think you could understand.
Oh how bad it feels,
To force yourself to be a man.
I never learnt how to do make up very well,
That's why I keep on calling you for help,
I hide behind this confident facade but,
I'm pretty sure most wouldn't take it this far.
Please understand that I love your sympathy,
But I don't think you could understand.
Oh how bad it feels,
To force yourself to be a man.
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4. |
The Punk
01:46
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I wish I could tell you that I've been doing better recently but I've been told not to lie,
Every moment I'm not in your arms I feel like I wanna cry.
I don't know how to describe what I'm going through,
Except the mirror hates when I look at you.
I know it won't be easy,
But I won't give up,
For the things I'll miss,
Like your touch and your love.
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5. |
The Blind Man
04:09
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Most days I am a hollow shell,
The days I'm not I am a man,
So,
Take my hormones and my hand.
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6. |
The Goalkeeper
02:27
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I love you and that's a fact,
But my love isn't coming back,
Its trapped on a wave in the mirror somewhere.
My life has been lost since I was young,
And I don't understand how come,
My parents won't even look me in the eye.
I've got a ringing ear and a twitchy eye,
Tonight will be the night I die,
I put the rope around my neck,
I chose to die in this dress,
Because if I wasn't a girl when I was alive,
Maybe they'll notice if I die,
And admit there mistakes,
It's a paralysing death.
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7. |
The Lonely
01:41
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Kind of obvious :)
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Part 1:
I've got your back.
I don't quite know if I want to do die,
But I wish I could start again as a normal guy,
But I stay alive just to prove it to you,
Your efforts really helped me.
I've got your back friend,
Your gonna be fine,
You wait your whole life,
To sleep at night.
To prove the nights I spent drinking alone,
And cutting my legs with you on the phone,
And shaving my arms no vision no foam,
And becoming dirty no shower no home,
I've got your back friend,
Your gonna be fine,
You wait your whole life,
To sleep at night.
There are no words in the expanse of language,
That describe whats going on,
Every night my mind comes undone yet still I carry on.
Part 2:
To become one with everything but to retain nothing.
Pat my head and call me queen,
I'll watch the sparkle in your eyes gleem,
Love is somehow such a fiend but I'm glad that I found you.
Sometimes I feel tiny like a blade of grass on a cliff,
I have no arms or legs I can't shake my hips,
Even if I could I wouldn't want to anyway,
Because I like to move with my friends in the wind we sway.
And the cliff feels sometimes like he's as thin as thread,
On our little tiny planet on the galaxys edge,
And the galaxys a glimmer in a giantesses eye,
So why do we fret when toy soldiers die?
But still I feel guilty for the pain that I cause,
And when I live through them my troubles aren't small,
And maybe sometimes I feel to big but then when do these sizes begin?
Part 3:
Sometimes It's worth the wait.
I don't feel anything,
I don't wanna hurt anyone,
I thought the reason I felt empty,
Was that I had no-one to love.
Cut the bass let me speak some some ryhme,
Suicudal thoughts always on my mind,
But they come from all theses sources it's like choosing to be hung drawn or quatered.
Drawing and singing because I can't speak,
Don't know if I hate my voice or my voice hates me.
Drawing and singing because I can't speak,
Don't know if I hate my voice or my voice hates me.
Part 4:
But if you fear change then you'll never start waiting
My body is scar tissue,
Formed around a heart made of wounds,
And the rest is a reminder,
I'll never have a womb.
I'm tired of feeling incomplete,
Life is a game of chance,
When I was born I roled the wrong dice,
And I hate my mannish hands.
Because I am deeply deeply unhappy,
I'm tired of carrying the weight of my dysphoria on my feet,
I'm tired of living as a man,
But I want to die a girl.
Because I am deeply deeply unhappy,
Life is a game of chance,
When I was born I roled the wrong dice,
And I hate my mannish hands.
Part 5:
Ps I still you.
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You don't deserve to feel like this,
You've done nothing to feel like this,
Why do you feel like this,
And why are you so desperate to know.
You know you can't get rid of your problems like that,
Even though you continue to try,
It just made all your problems worse,
And you somehow fail to die.
Oh my god there was so much blood,
When the knife first touched your skin,
You oh you couldn't see it,
You were focused on the act and the sin.
You know you can't get rid of your problems like that,
Even though you continue to try,
It just made all your problems worse,
And you somehow fail to die.
Why was I born like this,
And why do I have to hide,
Who I really know I am on the inside.
Why does god fucking hate me,
Why would he leave me to cry,
And when the rope was around my neck why wouldn't he let me die?
What did you think you'd do with the blade,
Carve her out of clay?
Its not kiln it was your own skin,
And from your skin there's no escape.
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