Raising Your Voices for Freedom

歌詞

It's a beautiful day to feel insane And concuss yourself against a wall And On the day that it comes to be You have no friends to make you free Scenes of days weeks and shames they pass And you know that you're a fucking mess Forced to replay everything that went on Alone, in your bed, no comfort from the one And the empty vessel is placed at the foot You could fill it with memories puked out Forced like a young child to labour Brainwashed into thinking they'd win god's favour Vomit out memories of pretty blonde girls Vomit out memories of indulgence in classrooms Vomit out memories of guilty thoughts unclean Of those you wished would want to be treated mean Vomit out memories of non-bloods and guys Vomit out a one-track pornographer's brain Vomit out conversations with the only one who listens And memories of wounds that felt right to glisten Vomit out the times you pulled at your hair Vomit out distaste for the ones you claim to love Finally, vomit your worst self-provoked path to doom Into an overflowing vessel, now fills the whole room Vomiting begets more vomiting Vomiting begets more vomiting Secrets beget more vomiting Vomiting begets more secrets