Concrete & Chloroform Suffering

Concrete & Chloroform Suffering

I wont accept the reality, that I was born to be a slave for biology. 

I cannot lose this extra weight that’s keeping me here, so I don’t escape. 

Damn these recessive genes that’s making me heavy.

I hide when I’m not asleep, slowly hardening into concrete.

I’m a prodigy and you’re ugly with you’re artificial face. You’re disciplined with perfection and your pill-induced brains. You follow me, but you can’t see that I will never change. You’re a mirror, an error, that thinks we should look the same.

I’m an ageing rock that weathers to the ever-changing weather...

Of their social hierarchy that enslaves the world with currency.

Will you fulfill your life endeavors? Look like them, light as a feather.

Skin, stone hard and heart, stone cold. Will you believe like them until your old?

(Will you believe like them until your old?)

This is my last sincere goodbye, to the person that I thought I was.

This is my last fierce invitation to the harm that this place does.

This is my last sincere goodbye, to the person that I thought I was.

This is my last fierce invitation to the harm that this place does.

Free falling...out of your  world. Free falling...out of your mind.

Free falling...out of your world and away from your kind. (kind, kind)

My physical body has been asleep, petrified into concrete. 

I can’t cope with the realization that I’m stuck here, frozen in place.

This statue body sinks me deep, into the mud of your deceit.

I choke on the devastation, always looking out this frozen face.

If I could sing, I would dream of all the pretty things. That makes me, that makes you...complete.

I would dream of a flower-tied swing in a garden consisting of everything (while your breathing a scent so sweet.) But if you make my garden of Eden unclean, you will suffocate with a good chloroform suffering. And fall before my feet...and fall before my feet.

-Brandon Defiance