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Smashed Typewriter Lyrics by Empress Insecta

Mourning in Protest

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We’re driving toward the end of days
And you open with words to forget
But remind me of how little attention you paid
I hope you’re full of remorse and regret
All these people that you have labeled as taboo
Why do you think all of us are getting a semicolon tattoo?
Why don’t we just remind you of yourself?
And how we are human too?
But you’ll always leave us behind, but of course you’ll leave us behind
Coz that’s what they always do
Everyday you see commuters and they just walk on by, by themselves
Not even taking into account anyone around them
And when you see the occasional event
What happens?
No one takes notice
And no one bats an eyelid
There was a man on my train when i was coming home from university
And, I will always remember this for the rest of my life
He was pleading, he stood up, he started to make a speech to the entire compartment
And what he said to us was “Please, i just need a little bit of money, i finally have a way out
I just need a little bit more, and then I can get an apartment in brunswick
I can get off the streets for tonight, and I can live. I am trying to get on the up and up.”
Sigh
And all of the people on the train, turned their heads and ignored, likes it’s a normal thing
2 people came up and gave money and were profusely thanked
And it's like this, lack of empathy is the normal
And i think i can find somewhere out of this place
And i think i can find somewhere were i
Won't be seen as a disgrace
All the pages left unwritten but your books not finished
There's so much left to write
But the story’s already been told prematurely
Prematurely
It won't get a finish
Won't get an ending
Won't get an ending
I wish i could have seen the conclusion
The thing we could have spent in time
Now I am forced to live with the frozen guilt that we have left behind
It should have been me
It should have been me
It should have been me
To die. To die. To die. To die. To die. To die. To die. To die. To die. To die
And god it's empty god it's dead
God are these your kids or your friends
They feel alive but next their not
From inside or outside wrought
You open with words to forget
Is it even possible to be more evil yet?
And you open your arms it's so fucking disingenuous

About “Smashed Typewriter” by Empress Insecta

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