i hate how many things have fallen into place w/ eight so quickly that i am simply DOOMED because i also found a song that is so horrendously her that it got me wondering if she should do music or poetry as a hobby or some shit.
the most important relevant lyrics:
A hand, a spike, a physical fight, a flash of light, a curtain A toll, a tithe, the passage of time, a height, a dive, a burden This isn't rage, it's worth a mention This is a fake internal tension Sometimes, I spread out one opinion And stand on its back to gauge attention
This isn't rage, it's too specific I like to hate symbolic limits This is no statement, I'm complicit This is a dream, God put me in it The now, the then, the thinking of "when," the siren in the water The strike, the pause, the message from God, does that make me His daughter?
Just sweep me up, just sweep me up and take me somewhere higher