[Verse 1: August the 2nd]
Sugar coated bitter centre
Sweet face but secret tormenter
Irrational tyrant in denial
Keeping up appearances wearing a smile
Behind closed doors hear stories from walls and floors
Fundamental moral views
Emotional blackmail and verbal abuse
Domestic conflict antagonist
Guilt trips from hippocrits
Trivial pursuit of mental games this drama queen drives me insane
Over-reactive angry martyr
Unreasonable trouble starter
Prisoner in my own home
Warden mother won't leave me alone
Arrested development sheltered life
Suppressed independence and always in strife
Obligation family ties
Loosen apron strings and wish goodbye to the patronised
[Chorus: Suzy Markovska]
His hand is on my thigh again
I shut my eyes
The word no doesn't work again
I shut my eyes
The lights go out...
[Verse 2: Raceless]
Valium with added paracetomol
A paranoid lady
I've had it with your rigmarole
Open pores with work ethic ailments of my life mum I chose to change it
Racelessness means I don't kiss the lips of bigoted whys and ifs
Impermanent cerebellum banks that makes me grateful thanks for the gutful of wool that's been pulled all over my eyes
And a shoelace of metal linked to my endeavor this weather is severed
However I'm quite happy now.Vulk Makedonski:
Swollen memory
The enemy for life
Dark minded and grinded to my throat a knife
Strife at adolescence the presence of evil
A needle injected vile file selected erect and ready abused physically rented
Mentally demented
Cemented a curse in my consciousness
Future confidence stress depressed oppressor manifest the test
Endless nightmares dark creaks and croaking
Soaking my pillow with guilty water
The filthy slaughter
My eyes are the clouds
The skies within
Let the storms begin to blow away the sin bins filled with the past
Next day recycled not fully recovered
Hovering above the surface that I stand on
With hands on the experience
I land on demanding battles I rattle the cage of rage and turn the page no literature
Horrify that sacred spy
I die for a good nights sleep creep and crawl
I brawl misdeed monsters that stand 10 feet taaaall!
[Verse 3: Atarungi]
Traumatized
Child who has first learned expression of mother and father
Recognize your heritage
Inherited genetically repetitive
Cycles that bring familiar circumstances what does it mean to be lost in the life I'm trying to say
We gotta learn from our past and blow it away to be forgiven
[Suzie Markovska:]
I want to scream