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Not One More Grave
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Progressive / electronic / rock / rap Whatever I feel is right
The Trying. A name representing something we must constantly be doing in our lives. This is the epitome of myself. This is my space without restrictions. The personal/political - inseparably wound.
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Metal • Alternative Metal
Charts
Peak #52
Peak in subgenre #15
Author
Chris Kaetzel
Uploaded
September 14, 2013
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MP3 3.9 MB • 128 kbps • 4:14
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Buy! Buy! Buy! Sell! Sell! Sell! Bodies sold to the highest bidder Put on a one-legged pedestal for all to see Something all of us want to be All at the cost of achieving what is sometimes referred to as “happiness” or “strength”. All the strength in the world can’t seem to keep your stomach full All the happiness in the world can’t seem to keep your body whole “She’s so beautiful!” But how could beauty make you feel so Ugly (with a Capital ‘You’)? Lanugo sweaters keep you warm but do nothing to protect you from the elements Elemental; inherent structures of pyramids with pharaohs at the top laughing Feeding off insecurities to produce His swollen head He wants you dead! Dead with bare bones and painted eyes Eyes that witness an image in the magazines where the children can see “Mommy, that’s who I want to be!” She doesn’t know that she already is The game is the same, just different paths that all lead to the same dead end Here is where it begins again and again and again until someone will blow up the entire pyramid Three young women stand in a line One is called ugly One is called beautiful The other doesn’t exist Irrelevance is death as is relevance We need an umbrella to shield us from the pain This culture is one giant flash flood filled with people with good intentions but they keep attached to strings that cause their arms to swing and to bust the water pipes where they proceed to drown Drown drown drown Holding one’s breath is such an endeavor that seems to last perpetually forever and eventually lets our veins burst into freedom/death I’m standing at the edge of a burial plot I’m having vivid flashbacks and flashforwards of digging the plot but I don’t remember it I’m sorry In my nightmares I just keep digging and digging and digging and I wake up screaming, “No! Not one more grave!” So as time progresses my destruction regresses but I’m owned by a slave master who has billions of others willing to pick up my slack I would rather die than kill
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