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letra de kanamecho - stygian

train passes by
pa announcement:
次の停車駅：要町駅

pink moons bring me hope and pink wool brings me comfort till the day of the moon
and i’ll be on the moon searching for that perfect hue of blue that lets me tap into who i am
synthetic mink coat shouts out to the blue giant
went straight edge because hard liquor took my grandfather
your only enemy is time don’t get me started on mine
i heard them scream to me that they built what i see
my eyes ain’t blue but they shinе and twinkle in the sun
they tеll me they built what i claim to be
bound me in chains if that’s who i am, let the clouds be
overcast with a mild shot of drizzling
and overcast the grills of the cage
put your reference tags in your resume and you ain’t getting paid
work the minimum wage and be a slave to conglomerates
they stole our culture and i can’t tie my own noose
they going global when my people live food to mouth
don’t let their feet lift off the ground, don’t let them take flight forever

there’s no chains on them, bare necks with ropes
from peaceful protests at fabric mills to the rope being the only fabric they own
they don’t even reap what they sow
loaners and property mafia calling these lands they’re own
when you live in a mental jail, these walls are the same as being incarcerated
a gated community with three meals a day
you can’t see the light at the end of the tunnel: it’s either too bright for your unaware eyes or two far for your
weakened feet to hobble over to
from the mills, they were woven into the textile of being religious
“god won’t help me because he doesn’t want me”
or you sit at a corner and shuffle through files
where’s the land of milk and honey because it isn’t on earth
canaan was assured but where do the sinners go
on judgment day do they face the lord’s wrath and then cast into iron rods used in the furnace of h-ll?
eternal sacrifices because you couldn’t sacrifice the material goods, large cereal boxes made of plywood
where molecular species gather around and feast on the walls and depression builds the jail cell in your mind
what was it all worth, and why would surface dwellers mask the smell of your departure with reed and incandescence
have psalm sense and read 33, crucified at 33 and riots ensued
oh and you, you couldn’t stand the shade of your human brother
you once saw him in the shade of a palm tree
but when we all become one with dust our children will tread over
no one knows where the souls go, but from the skin blooms a new tree

the tree of life, and maybe a tree of death
towering steel can be september’s spell of a house of horror
burn burn-in mordor, or lay by the pillars that hold the seat of the almighty
amidst the corridor of steps that split the end and a new beginning
i will never make it, they will never let me in
the way i live is a sin, i was born for nothing
i don’t want to be blinded from the truth any longer
so i take the step
education is the only thing that no one
can commit theft on you for
but in the end, it’s all worth nothing
i want the sun to rise on me again
blinded by its rays as my eyes are wiped away of eternal doleur
in delerium as i see someone parallel to who i am in the mirror
what is the world to the meek thrown under the net
there’s fishes in the sea and the whales aren’t as kind as the parable of jonah
there’s sharks in the penthouse pools and there’s pools of alcohol to drown in
the man who spins down the chinese nets will earn nothing
markets twist figures and value
if i was built in your mirror image why am i a mere shade of who i want to be looking in the mirror
why do your sermons feel like burdens
or i’ll do you one better: i feel like a burden
there are lies about me in your sacred book
why do the prayers of the faithful go out to those that suffer
yet you told me you don’t want me, nor will the seraphim shine its blessings on me
i feel reluctant to ask you to guide me from the darkness because being myself is a sin in your discretion
why am i a coward in the hunger pangs of the grim reaper who wants my blood

and when i take my breath i know you won’t show me any courtesy
but won’t you let your parable of the prodigal son come into fruit
i know i bit into the forbidden fruit, but all i did wrong was putting myself at risk of
being bitten by the snake
pink lakes got me feeling another way
i’d be baptized with a dive but i swap your necklace for pretty rubies and pearls
advocate for the pearls, don’t advocate for unwanted cl-sters of cells
advocate for the young women and men trapped in a cell, would you?

but the serpent shows more mercy to my kind than you do
but yet my kinfolk praise your glory, serving their hours kneeling down to you

part the tides and make a free man’s world
and pitch blue skies have always made me wanna tear apart my own insides

sure, bring your kin to the funeral, place your wreaths at the final, inverted pedestal man is surely seated on, but i know you buy these knick-knacks to surmount to your family’s greed, pomp, fanfare, and code
or maybe you favor going up in smoke, but success stories is fables and we are all the same
story mode:
spoken word interlude: ethan williams

got on a craft, no private excursion, had three hundred workhorses on my side
got it for a nominal price, i grasp onto fifth freedom flights and codeshares
no leisure on our course today, this is a slaveship, i’m working for financial freedom
doom, doom harkens, i tell my family at home i’m relishing five-star status, three-pointed grilles and four meals a day, i can’t tell them i got nothing in my pocket, i got vivid visions, stitched seats were a part of my vision, i got to pay these bills, i got a balding head and a fraction of a homestead, and that i toil and break a sweat for their own sake

then again if i do this, i hate myself, so i wouldn’t want to see me on the news

so whether i drown myself in the well of my own tears, or stand strong in front of my fears, while falling prey to my psyche and regretting that i never found my way to my dreams, cause their as high as the ceiling i’m going to hang and dangle from

here’s my letter help me, i need it, or you can see me on the news, you can see me on the tenth page of the paper for all the wrong reasons, but with the seasons a new flower blooms and the world will move on, they’ll ridicule me saying i took away my own potential, but i’ve always been a sh-ll of the person i wanted to be. ladies and gentlemen let an applause ring aloud, let’s raise a toast to them

- stygian

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