I could rebuild the human skeleton with all the bones I gotta pick.
The cost of you to listen? The loss of passion that makes you so sick.
You wanna feel what I feel. (Just keep your composure)
You want to see what I see. (Just keep it familiar.)
I'm done catering to those who'd don't want to see my dialect reflect my discontent. Those who don't want to see me disrespect their expectation of who they think I should be.
Fuck the cost of winning sides, I'm here to spill these guts.
Anger may roll the dice, but I'll try my luck.
I'm so sorry for the lack of an apology, but I ain't the mild-mannered rebel you wish I'd be.
I could choose my words wisely to not feel so toe to toe, but I ain't no politician. (I don't need your vote)
You want to feel what I feel, you want to see what I see, but let's be real, there's no open ear for the real me.
I hope the seed stays planted when you write me off and forget it.
We're discontent and you expect to us to keep it together when you write us off as bleeding hearts, just culture scars. You are the reason I scream.
Fuck the cost of winning sides, I'm here to spill these guts.
Anger may roll the dice, but I'll try my luck.
Your appraisal ain't no lottery, just a quick buck.
You may think less of me, expected better of me, you may think that you're better than me, but...
If I had a dime for every time I felt my dignity roll over in it's grave every time I rolled over for you just to save face...you get the point.
Whispered voices often go unheard, that's why we can't stop screaming.
I'm still searching for that operative word that helps it sound like singing.
But until then...
I'm not your perfect poster boy, non-confrontational with a soft voice.
I'm not you're fucking poster boy. I'm the hail of outrage you can't avoid.
Aren't we all just culture scars?
Aren't we all just...
Praying for winds of change, to carry these flames of passion forth?
If you think we're dust in the breeze, we'll show you a sandstorm.
You're fishing for someone to relate. (I'd rather be the hook than be the bait)
I am everything you fear, so allow me to make this clear:
I'm not your fucking perfect poster boy.
credits
from livelearnlove,
released June 24, 2016
Recorded and mixed by Paul Miner at Buzzbomb Studios in Anaheim, CA
Mastered by Jay Maas at Getaway Recordings in Haverhill, MA
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