From the recording Dead Eyed DOe
Lyrics
I’m sick to my stomach
As they put him back up there
Millions of children
Now Stuck in a nowhere
They mangle our bodies
Our brains and our beds
And at the end they tell us
We’re lucky we’re not dead
Statues of greatness made with
Iron platelets
Worn down around the fucking
Areas that make us
Don’t tell me I’m angry
Believe me I Know
You would be too
If only you could know
But you can’t
Understand
You never will
The luck in your hands
Your pants
And your bills
I’m screaming
In silence
My voice goes to waste
Because I don’t need my brain
When I’ve got my face
My womb is a canvas
A biased creator
Something I love
And something I hate for
All that it’s caused me
All can you see
And Everything I can
And will Never be
Cause we make the leaders
The ones who believe we’re
So far beneath them
Put in a cage when
You couldn’t have made the
Choices you have
If your mother
Hadn’t fed her man
But you can’t
Understand
You never will
The luck in your hands
Your pants
And your bills
I’m screaming
In silence
My voice goes to waste
Because I don’t need my brain
When I’ve got my face
It’s such a waste (I’m sick to my stomach
As they put him back up there)
All the brains (statues of greatness built with iron platelets)
All our pain (My womb is a canvas a biased creator)
Yet you maim (cause we make the leaders the ones who believe we’re)
Screaming
In silence
My voice goes to waste
Throwing up
Worn down
A sadist from grace
I’ll stop what you started
Even if I die
Because Someone else
will always
carry
My
Light