I crumble as time weathers this meat prison The sands of time erode, forging new cracks upon this facade With ink laden needles I prick at the skin To make the best of a bad situation
My thoughts as susceptable to the ravages of time I'm starting to lose trust in my own judgement What concerned me as a youth now rears its head in progressed age But I must be responsible, must think and consider the effects upon my scion
My gender identity is no longer a constant It's as confusing to me as well, as I seek to unravel this mess I resent and reject masculinity, it was never a part of who I am A toxic crutch used in self-defence
I want nothing more than to reject the binary Nothing more than strict abolition of gender norms It is a yoke we have all borne for too long Stifling expression and identity The burden of generations of expectations Following the traditions of a corpse
It's no longer an option to seek to be who I am inside Seeking a chemical change to progress the process I'll just have to give up those thoughts I'm stuck with my lotTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
