This ain't no masquerade ball.
We've torn open the flesh and bared the rushing currents that make our hearts pump.
We've hung our signs and you can take them how you please
It matters to us how you do
But not really.
It's our souls speaking here and we'll say it how it is and leave you pondering-
And we are this, but then there's more.
Do you hear church bells in our voices? Or ancient battle cries?
There's distant wind chimes and cricket songs too
If you've been ignoring your shadow, we'll inspire you to take notice
It has something to say.
Get it out here
Let it out now
There's healing in the freedom.
And we've juiced our cranky
Masterbated our itchy
We cough it up and let the birds devour it to sing it a higher song.
And you can listen
If you can
And you can skip to the next song if it's too much for you
But we cannot.
It's our songs and they must be sang because we can't run away from the lyrics
They're our stories and emotions and revelations and devastation's.
They're our experiences as flesh and blood and free wills and gone-against-wills
And life is thus... Life is experience of all varied sides and parts of pains and pleasures.
And we'll help you remember that you too came here to endure all of it.
Don't run from the pain It's part of the greater picture.
You'll appreciate the pleasantries so much more when you can compare it to the opposing
See, the pressure is in cahoots with the joy