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X Up And Shut Up
03:13
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You talk so loud. Safely. At a distance. Pontificating from your hardcore soapbox. Preaching against those whose backs you stand upon. I can’t hear you through your entitlement. You yell so loud into the mic. Oh so passionate. You trivialize struggles you’ve never had to face. If you won’t see other people’s pain, then X up and shut the fuck up.
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I Never Saw The Sea
05:30
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I remember rocking back and forth. Trying not to panic. I wouldn’t want to give those big strange men a reason to take me into the back room. To tie me down and shoot me up. I remember waiting for lasagna days. Something to pass the time when the pills blur the days together. It might not hurt that bad to climb the razor wire. It can’t be worse than waiting here for them to pull my number from a hat.
They left the light on so I had to hide beneath the covers. They had us competing with each other. They had us competing for who was the least crazy one. We tore each other down as much as the doctors did. We made each other hate ourselves more. We broke each other down. We made each other hate ourselves more. And this makes me angry more than it makes me sad, but all I can do is cry.
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Solamente Guerra Part 1
02:45
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Solamente Guerra Part 2
03:21
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I feel the pulse of a hundred thousand corazones. I feel the pulse of mothers forced into exodus and hunted every step along the way. The pulse of a desperate child snuffed out. Quince años y la cara de Viejo. He wore is desperation, he wore his trials on his face. Diez años sin regresar. Diez años sin hogar. There’s no solace waiting here. There’s no smiles waiting here. There’s no promise waiting here. There’s no life waiting here. Solamente Guerra.
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A Walk In The Park
01:50
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I walk with rocks in my hands. I walk with mock purpose. I walk with circuitboard self esteem. Every siren is a head wound or a torn skirt. Every car is my body in a dumpster. And I’m so fucking tired. But if there’s a gun behind that sneer I won’t make it home. And my death will not make the news. Our deaths never make the news. So I walk faster.
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