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A Body Treatise

Succulent beautiful and fine
I`m touching my body; I`m feeling my mind
With plastic knives and plastic spoons and other types of cutlery
Take what signifies
And make it leave this room
My sweet desire that wants to bloom
Held captive - our culture molds, our bodies bold
Held captive - target the role we have no control
Passionate tastful and free
I mutilate myself to make me real
A heart beating in the wrong kind of chest
Of hair and sweat a manly mess
Take what signifies
And make it leave this room
My sweet desire that wants to bloom
Held captive - our culture molds, our bodies bold
Held captive - target the role we have no control
I cut myself up to make it real
I cut myself up cause thats the way I feel
I cut myself up to be free
I cut myself up to be me

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Gabrielle Popular Culture - Song published by 2 years ago ()

A Book of Love Stories

The homemade scars on my arms
Are slowly fading just as
Your fingernails are setting in to begin a new chapter
So sink in as deep as you can
And I will do the same
We can share one sensation

Ignore the fluorescent riddles
In your eyelids and surrender
It is something that I never intended to risk

Your skin is a canvas for my heart to paint
So let go
And if we're careful not to breathe
We'll hear nothing and see everything we are feeling
In each other's eyes
We can share one sensation

Ignore the fluorescent riddles
In your eyelids and surrender
It is something that I never intended to risk

Without devotion all words turn to scratch
Without devotion all wounds turn to scabs

Unity is letting nothing be predetermined
Unity is letting us be ourselves
Unity is letting each page write itself
Our book came to be unannounced
Our book of days
Our book of love stories

Ignore the fluorescent riddles
In your eyelids and surrender
It is something that I never intended to risk

Each promise that I break
Is a day's draft burned forever
These are limits that I never intended to

Our book of days
Our book of love stories
Stories
Stories

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Gabrielle Popular Culture - Song published by 2 years ago ()

A Few Small Bruises

Out here on the ledge
I'm not far away from stepping off
I finally picked out my cloud
It's the one over there
Surrounded by all that air
You reached out your hand
and said 'I understand'
So why not come down

Well except for a few small bruises
cuts and scars, well I'm fine
Or except for a few small bruises
cuts and scars, well I'm fine

Thank you for asking
I'm so glad we had this moment here
I know they think I'm crazy
But everything I am is everything that was taught to me
and you reached out your hand
and said "I understand"

So why not come down?

Oh except for a few small bruises,
cuts, and scars, well I'm fine
Oh except for a few small bruises,
cuts, and scars, well I'm fine

And as you read my words out loud
Make me sound genius
Make me sound special
and Maybe I'll come down

Well except for a few small bruises
cuts and scars, well I'm fine
Or except for a few small bruises
cuts and scars, well I'm fine

And as you read my words out loud
Make me sound genius
Make me sound special
and Maybe I'll come down

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White Turns Blue
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Gabrielle Popular Culture - Song published by 2 years ago ()

Angela Baker and my Obsession with Fire

I won't forget the day that, that I came to
And I started thinking that there's more
Than just perfect prom queens and silver spoons
And all I ever wanted was someone to
knock me back to the bliss of ignorance
'Cause I feel like running head first into traffic.

And so I'm here to say
That thoughts in bed with pain.

I won't forget the day that, that I found God
In a kitchen knife now and on my arm
So paint the pale white floor with, with my red life
And tell myself this pain is the pain I love
As I swallow the pills of happiness
And you watch me fall like New York in an earthquake

And so I'm here to say
That thoughts in bed with pain.

I stand outside my pretty house
I light a match to start the fire
I call the cops to let 'em know
It's 22 Walthery Ave.

I thought I wanted this.
I thought I wanted this.

(I'm here to say)
I said I wanted some more attention
I thought I wanted a story ending.

(I love the pain, I hate the pain)
I just give in.
(I love the pain, I hate the pain)

I think that the truth is I'm scared
I think that I'm just scared to live
I think that the truth is I'm scared
I think that the truth is I'm everything that I hate.

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Gabrielle Popular Culture - Song published by 2 years ago ()

Angels with Dirty Faces

I need this to get me through
can't resist, don't want to
believe it I know it's true
can't beat it, don't want to try

A perfect hell!

It's more to me than you ever will know
down here where the rest of us fell
waste away nothing left to show
while I'm in this perfect hell

obsession has begun
possessed by destruction
how did I get so low
believe me no one knows
sometimes I can't hold on
and no one can help me

now it's got a hold of me
I don't think I can make it through this
now it's got a hold of me
the less I do the more it makes no sense

I'm walking pollution who's drained by delusions
on the verge of destruction I cave in to abduction
thin blood I'm bleeding my pulse won't stop racing
just as my heart explodes

no chance that I could win
too hard to not give in
I just don't feel the same
cause I'm the one to blame
sometimes I can't hold on
and no one can help me

now it's got a hold of me
I don't think I can make it through this
now it's got a hold of me
the less I do the more it makes no sense

I need this to be myself
it feels like I need some help
it's too late to save myself
or it's just in my head Read more »

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Chuck
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Gabrielle Popular Culture - Song published by 2 years ago ()

Another Night

Last night I found the answers
At the bottom of my drink
Surrounded by all the on-goings
Of the hapless and the meek
And when I can't feel no more
My answers take me to the door
With self-inflicted wounds
A lifetime spent here-to-fore
Holding knives in the hopes of cutting some more

Another night another line broken
Another lie in the air amidst us
Another night another lie goes on unending

Last night on my way home
They were calling me out on the streets
Rubbing salt in the wounds I'd left
From the fisticuffs with me
And when I can't feel no more
My anger take me to the door
With hate down in my veins
A lifetime spent here-to-fore
A lonely soul in decay and in search for the end.

Another night another line broken
Another lie in the air amidst us
Another night another lie goes on unending
Another night another line broken
Another lie in the air amidst us
Another night another lie goes on unending

Another night another line broken
Another lie in the air amidst us
Andother night another lie goes on unending
Goes on unending
Goes on unending
Goes on unending

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Last Word Spoken
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Gabrielle Popular Culture - Song published by 2 years ago ()

Are You Dead Yet?

Don't hear, don't deem. Drown in before you dive.
Don't care, commit to your self destruction drive.
I kiss the ground with love beyond forever
Flip off the sky with bleeding fingers till I die

CHORUS: Enemy, take a one good look at me.
Eradicate what you'll always be
Your tainted flesh, polluted soul through a mirror I behold.
Throw a punch, shards bleed on the floor
Tearing me apart but I don't care anymore.
Should I regret or ask myself ARE YOU DEAD YET?

Wake up, don't cry. Regenerate to deny the truth,
The fiction you live in blindfold your eyes.
Disclosure, self loathing. This time you've gone too far.
Or could it be, my nemesis that you are me?

CHORUS: Enemy, take a one good look at me.
Eradicate what you'll always be
Your tainted flesh, polluted soul through a mirror I behold.
Throw a punch, shards bleed on the floor
Tearing me apart but I don't care anymore.
Should I regret or ask myself ARE YOU DEAD YET?

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Gabrielle Popular Culture - Song published by 2 years ago ()

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