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Lyrics
Heart tissue crying to sound of its beat
Beginning enters with a bass
Slam my heart like a door to your bedroom
Its over, I still love you
I’ve just forgotten how it feels
to lay on the tracks of your ribs
But that’s the past
even though it’s thumping rhythms inside
It’s the past
breathe in deep to the beat of a new sunrise
some people strum your heartstrings
other’s snap em’
but all that hurt you
can be tuned into passion
I’m chasing my spinal chord in spirals
stimulate your sonic heartbeat for survival
because these waves of phase and days of pain are tidal
but there’s so much beauty
in how we all relate
with music and beats
and feelings that speak on the street
holding the end straps of my rucksack
headphones plugged into heartbeat
Music is the beat of the oppressed
refuse to be suppressed, stressed, depressed, repressed
and reduced of your muse
I’ll spit truth
even when I understand sadness more than myself
I’ll spit truth
bending perception into messes of connection
I’ll spit truth
streaming rivers into cascades of hope
High notes
breathe — air — gasp
For another lonely strum of a string
to snap my synapse into climax as my mind lapse then
the mic snaps
the youth are bleeding on the wrist of the street
but the oppressed write back
and guess what
we write back with a beat!
