Taking the axe from the shed to the closest walls the fog in the window needed the air so I could clear my head all the dust is skin kicked up in the sun a proof of future every time it comes
match like as a body as in sticks fit to see what is done but it has to imagine making love now to it's rough and ugly skin lost inside a fuck inside the mutiny within I long to be absorbed into this hell that you create cause you chained me to your heaven it's obsession with it's weight and a queer kneels at the altar of the world he repents oh what he'd give to live inside this world their government their culture and their sex
some of them unmasked sleep in the masters beds a room inside a world that didn't want you unless your wealth is used to gentrify our cities make the image the obsession look to market the eccentric blind unto the status of the fairer skinned your hands may have their freedom but you're still rich men that's not equality that's just acceptance in a world that's built on classes we will never be connected
they taught me how they taught me how when they took me to their churches and made me fear their god they taught me how they dragged it out yet we carved our hearts to freedom with our backs against the wall never asked for freedom or the fucking robing the mirage of the sacred oath(I stand by queer liberation!)
Taking the axe from the shed to the closest walls the fog in the window needed the air so I could clear my head all the dust is skin kicked up in the sun a proof of future every time it comes they built their homes from the sawdust and the ash come in the air so I can clear my lungs it's weight of
a run beneath the speechmaker's objective what do you really mean stop biting tongue though they may thank you for the inches of your service bear in mind the threat we know your paper's fucking worthless
they taught me how they taught me how when they took me to their churches and made me fear their god they taught me how they dragged it out yet we carved our hearts to freedom with our backs against the wall never asked for freedom or the fucking robing the mirage of the sacred oath(I stand by queer liberation!)
would you split yourself down inborn planes to satiate these impulses from histories you'd not create if you had had your say but you ruined it with arrogance you can't protect the innocent with silences and gazing back in distrust was your future what a rotten world that has us socialised to fear I will not follow that sorry lead won't be robbed of all our graces it's all our love and all our bleeding there