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Fuck Your Equality
00:55
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Portray yourself as the good gays
"Don't blame us, we're born this way"
Begging for straight affirmation
undercuts our liberation.
Raise donations while you sell us out,
jockey for status and cocktail party clout.
(Fuck your Equality)
The upper class, white gay dream:
our value only in how straight we seem.
(Fuck your Equality)
Your solidarity's a lie.
Getting married, while others die.
We're not going to wait our turn.
Our respect is something you must earn.
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It's all deja vu.
When I try, it's the worst thing to do.
Every day is more of the same:
I'm a detriment to everything.
I don't believe in Fate,
but I'm out of ways to explain.
It shouldn't be so hard to feel at ease,
but everything seems out of reach.
How can I feel nostalgic for
the days when I just felt remorse?
Maybe tomorrow, I'll idealize
today's panic attacks and suicide eyes.
Another Place, Another Time,
maybe then I could have thrived,
or maybe This is All There Is.
I try constantly
to not be as selfish as I seem to be.
The few days I accomplish it,
I see them as a gift.
But the rain washes away
an trace of good I did that day.
And whether it's my actions or my state of mind,
I'm dragging down everyone in my life.
How can I feel nostalgic for
the days when I just felt remorse?
Maybe tomorrow, I'll idealize
today's panic attacks and suicide eyes.
Another Place, Another Time,
maybe then I could have thrived,
or maybe This is All There Is.
Here's to never learning from mistakes,
Here's to nights spent coming Undone,
Raise a toast to the mental demons
I can't seem to outrun.
It's hard to shake the feeling that
I'm a parasite.
Stealing happiness from my loved ones
by existing
is not right.
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3. |
Didn't Even Fail
00:36
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It felt like the New Wind,
it felt like we were waking up
to Injustice,
and this immoral system.
I stood those lines,
just two years ago
but what do we have now?
Where did it all go?
It's hard to keep the faith,
when after a protest vacation
Everything's the same,
and when it's said and done
We didn't even fail,
I've lost hope that Revolution will
ever come.
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4. |
2011/2014
03:49
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It's the time of year when the hot thick air
of the Dog Day seasons start signaling
it's the end of what has kept me here
so why does distance seem so threatening?
And the nights are long, and the fireflies,
each one an old memory,
brings to mind the people that I've loved
who've drifted so far from me.
Those days are gone and we're left behind,
struggling to find which life is mine.
We're all growing up, what do I have to show?
Just dead friendships at a heartbreaking tempo
No more regrets, no could have beens.
There is no Future to believe in.
Just remember the nights we shared the star filled skies,
made ill-fated memories in each other's eyes.
In each other's eyes.
The highway lines, the ones that divide,
are so easy to cross, but we never do.
We make excuses for our laziness,
and live our routines, letting days run through.
Until the greatest gap between us is time,
the unseen mountain you can never shake.
The next time we might meet might be at
one of our own wakes.
Those days are gone and we're left behind,
struggling to find which life is mine.
We're all growing up, what do I have to show?
Just dead friendships at a heartbreaking tempo
No more regrets, no could have beens.
There is no Future to believe in.
All I'm asking for is one more day.
It's getting hard to walk away.
Hard to walk away.
I wish I could promise you one more year,
one more day we'd be around.
But I have to admit, I'm not so sure,
When so many of my friends have been put in the ground.
Keep your memories, as close as you keep your friends,
and fight the distance that breaks ties.
With oceans of pavement and time against you,
waist deep in water, stem the tide.
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