The truth about us is we are dying too fast to live
Living too fast to forgive and all the while we try to give
The image of calmness in the storm as though calamity is the norm, form and content
Mingle and discontent tingles in my spine in my spirit like death
Loving til my last breath this thing that binds me, drowns me and keeps me afloat
My hope that there is something beyond this and bliss?
Oh baby.
The truth about us is we are to ugly for words cus we make ourselves heard
Through blows to the heart when the gut is so much more apparent a target
Transparent I martyr myself til no one wins
These storm winds are prevailing and Im sailing into the beyond
All the while singing this song
on the truth about us...
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