"I can feel you judging me."
I can hear your heels cackling
as they hit the floor.
"I'm just me, I'm not a beauty queen."
I'm just me.
"We are all prisoners here."
The pain of the silence
is worse than the whispers
I can feel you judging me
Your laughter, the points of shame.
Your razorblade stares burn into my skin.
Because I''m not the same
I dont dress the part.
I dont like stars or hearts
or peace signs on my clothes
But I want to know knowledge untold
I want to see legends too scary to be told
I want to wear my kind of clothes
My pin striped delight, or my button up and pressed.
My black and white corsets, my purple studded buddha belt.
Or my skull crushing boots that reach my knees.
My favorite of all.
My baggy black man jeans.
Oh, how I love to wear things that jingle and tease.
So, What if I was born with this disease?
And when the doctor told my mom,
she was going to give up.
But then the doctor said "No, it's IDGF"
"It's not curable, but it means
She won't give a fuck."
I dont care what you think about my 'fashion'
I'm isis, and I've got a passion.
And I,
I am not alone in this.
The city is burnt to ashIt's infected by a plague of envy and wrath
The buildings are left perfectly cracked
The rubble is dying and decayed
The air is filled with blues and grays
They left this place to betray the lies
of the demented preacher.
Their eyes were darkened with anarchy
mouth's filled with dust.
You could smell
the anger burning out of their lungs.
They sabbatoged eachother.
We
breathed. And fed on eachother.
The buildings are left perfectly cracked
The rubble is dying and decayed
The air is filled with blues and grays
They left this place to betray the lies
of the demented preacher.
Their eyes were darkened with anarchy
mouth's filled with dust.
You could smell
the anger burning out of their lungs.
They sabbatoged eachother.
We
breathed. And fed on eachother.
And gave birth
to new weaponry.
new stratagies.
new ways to defeat
eachother.
But we focussed on the boss
no matter how many soldiers
we lost.
He sat atop the building.
I could feel the heat
radiating off his mask.
I can hear the ice
clinking in his glass.
The liquor stained his teeth
but his power stained his ego.
He
Looked down on us
He
glared and cackled
to himself
just to show
that he was better
than us.
He
provoked rape and crime
and nothing but
"All Hail the Paradigm."
He said things that didn't apply.
Only empty words for the rich man's war
where the poor just fight.
Exploitation is contageous.
He says,
"The blood of the wolves falls like rain.
and the heat of war brings nothing but pain."
But we forget the world's going green
by using the blood of the fallen
to grease the machines.
"Let's play born again American
Resistance is the game."
Churches' capolists crimes are built for the seige
but men and wemon are wronged
if they're plaged with homosexuality.
This war is for the rich
that shower us with dimes and pennies.
a quarter or two if we're lucky.
Yet, as we stood infront of him
he begged for a few pennies
for his miniacle sins.
There was a roar
of laughter
to ourselves.
The same in proportion to the secretary's snorts
when we begged for the promised sorts.
What would you do..
What would you do if we did it to you?
The silence is killing the dead.
"Smile and pretend
you never mattered anyways."
I remember it perfectly.
War paint smothered our bodies.
Tribal designs were drawn on everybody.
We were covered in stones
and noise makers.
There was melody filtering the air
beating bass drums and snairs
Vibration filled our lungs
we all were one
and all pitched and sung
to the sacrificial lamb.
The moon ruled the night sky.
We were savaged
and celebrating our rights
as animals.
Our enemy was bound
so I screamed louder than sound
to the heaven's gate.
The gods answered back with thunder and lightning.
Acid poured from the blues and grays
and melted our paints
it was smeared and raw.
There was blood dripping from his jaw
like the distain that fell from the skies.
But, there were whispers
wrapping around my mind.
"leave the boss to his own demise."
There is liberty
stuck in between the cracks
of society.
Everything is psychological.
Free yourself from the whips and chains.
Psyschosomatic.
Redemption pours like rain.
Another moment,
realization.
A worse punishemnt
I S O L A T I O N
We walk away and hear his cries.
Leave the boss to his own demise.
it was smeared and raw.
There was blood dripping from his jaw
like the distain that fell from the skies.
But, there were whispers
wrapping around my mind.
"leave the boss to his own demise."
There is liberty
stuck in between the cracks
of society.
Everything is psychological.
Free yourself from the whips and chains.
Psyschosomatic.
Redemption pours like rain.
Another moment,
realization.
A worse punishemnt
I S O L A T I O N
We walk away and hear his cries.
Leave the boss to his own demise.