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False Standards
01:16
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Held to your ideals,
Standards based on,
Two breasts and what lies between my legs.
Femme is more than pink bows and dresses,
Playing house and baby dolls.
It doesn't make me,
Any less of a "woman"
To stand up and yell,
Show my strength.
I am not a piece of meat,
I was not born for your pleasure.
I am not a trophy.
At my best, I can't compete with your worst?
Femininity is more than me,
It's more than gender,
It's more than aesthetics.
Step the fuck off.
Fuck off.
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Vermin
01:58
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Rats in a wheel, caged for life,
No choice but to run.
Burden looming for life,
Effort amounting to shit,
While you crack the whip,
Reaping our benefits.
You own the wheel we’re spinning.
The divide ever growing.
Bound to the status,
We were born to.
You can’t quench your thirst,
After you’ve squeezed out,
All you can from our worth.
Never more than rats,
Carcasses piled up like steps,
Even collective,
If our fingers grasp the hold,
It’s a matter of time before they’re crushed and broken,
Tossed back to the bottom.
You give us no room for improvement,
A concept to which you assume,
We’re content to live,
We’re far from content.
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Malumore
04:15
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Have you ever felt the world crash down on you,
Emotional impact, colliding with a bang.
What you thought to be love,
What they told you to be love…
I can’t forgive, for every strike on my skin,
Every bruise, stained my eyes.
I have known love and comfort, but this was neither.
This was rage and abandonment,
Disregard for a child’s life.
Madre, dovresti saperlo
Non me ne importa affatto circa voi
Non ho niente da dirti
I remember every mark you put on my body
And I feel no regret for removing you from my life
Mangia quello che hai seminato
Ciao.
Papa, ti amo,
Mangiabambini, mi manchi
Una volta o l’altra, I will find my peace
I will find the peace within myself
I will use the wavering love you left for me
To grow into a stronger person
To pick myself up from despair.
Abuse di minorenne, imperdonabile.
I’m still looking for the parts of myself she cast aside.
Autorispetto, confidenza, voce, nel cuore e nell’anima.
Carne della propria carne, arrecare dolore,
Causa di fallimento, causa l'infelicità.
I will carry this with me,
For the entirety of my life.
Dolore e sofferenza,
Questo è troppo.
Too much for my broken tongue,
Too much that it’s spilling over.
Purge me of this filth,
Wash away these marks,
Portare via si schiarì le idée.
One day will be free of these chains you left on me.
I will restore myself,
Totale.
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