Uploaded on Sep 25, 2009
a faulty chromosome - picking on us like we're picayune
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From the moment I was born, I was soaked in fears. My mom preached at me about hell every single day. I would watch old war movies on tv, and be terrified that I would get drafted when I was older, and didn't want to kill anybody. I got to school and was scolded and yelled at until I would hesitate before doing anything for fear that I would get in trouble (and even then, I'd still do something I thought was okay, and get in trouble for that too).
I grew up in middle-class Chicago suburbs. It was nice enough, but still the talks of stranger danger and locking your doors kids whose parents had guns and guard dogs were there.
It took me years after moving out to rid myself of all these stressful reflexes. I did not want to live in fear. There is a huge difference between caution and paranoia, and I was determined to free myself of worry, and the only way I learned how was to trust my brain, but the only way to do that was to really be aware of what voice was my logical brain, and what was the panic-stricken terror pretending to be my brain. It's easy, just pay attention to your heart-rate.
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dunno what's lurking outside (i'm okay staying in)
there's safety in this subdivision (so i'll sit and cringe)
it's dangerous where it's dark. oh, i like lightning bugs but
I had better not (X3) I'm fraught with knots!
erase that thought! i might get caught! it's double-locked! it's double-locked! oh..
don't wanna get in trouble/lost/chased/jumped/raped/hurt
trip & tumble/chin-scraped face-first in the dirt
there's rabid animals and cannibals; I'm in shambles, i can't cope! so I won't so I won't
patronize punks they only steal, swear, and scream. concerned with
spiking hair and ripping jeans not accomplishing things
so highfalutin like the hippies, all they do is prance 'n sing
so I will refrain from the fads so i can focus! (SOLO)
Now, may I please ask a question... (let's just agree to disagree!)
Well, just pretend we're in confession (Hey, watch your mouth, that's heresy!)
Well, I just think it's sort of odd that you say god says he did not give us a spirit of fear
but yet you're so austrere and will not treat me like a peer
has history taught you nothing from it's thousands of years?
like blasting me as blaspheming with maiming/shaming/blaming creeds
in hopes that maybe i'll concede completely lacks revere
So where's that love and power that'll help us perservere?
My mind is sound . It's so impeccably clear. That:
We're not wrong not sinners not evil not bad/fag/retarded/lazy/thug/mad or feeble
and I'm getting pretty sick of you picking on us like we're picayune
Please try to see: were just scared. Just scared. Just scared.
But hey wait, Why are we afriad?
For every heathen we abase, there screams a demon we won't face so i pray:
Please, brain, hear my supplicating plea?
Oh, please, brain don't capitulate on me!
And please, brain, dont believe in this insanity
It's okay,I promise I will never ever let us be bullied into being deceived!
oh, we hear it all the time lots of little white lies and theyre keepin us in line while it whittles at our spine
we will warble our decline, sung like suckers all supine just slurping up the whine like everything was fine
NO! No more dirty dysphemism's! dirty dysphemism's!
crude cacophemisms slice us up in schisms polarized, split ,prism'd
rotting in a prison 'cause we tell's it like it isn't
and it all could be so differnt if we'd only learn to listen
So now a blurry line's what divides affection and abuse
and our poor, paltry education just makes us more confused
So we just tremble, disassembled, like obedient boobs because
Pain/fire /facts/uncertainty /neglect makes people scared...
and it's not love if you're just making people scared
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