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    Inherited Scars (Sage Francis)

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    • I didn’t tell anyone about what I seen or heard that day, mums the word still
      I’m scared to plant ideas into your head while your rebellious side is fertile
      Hurdles are getting knocked down
      I’m running a losing race
      Your legs aren’t the only ones marked up How many dreams have you chased?
      If I could have said this to your face maybe you wouldn’t have to write like I do,
      Except I use paper instead of my body now; it’s something you might want to try too
      From haiku’s to horror stories, it’s something in our blood that we share,
      Something in our blood that appears on the surface of our skin when we bring it there
      My facial expression said I didn’t care
      Hate and aggression must’ve made an impression on the little kid who stared,
      Sitting on stairs when I would bother to bring my skates
      My feeble attempt at being a strong, big brotherdoing father figure 8’s
      Ripping my cape on the ground that it dragged on
      Tripping on fate and hearing the sounds of a sad song
      Listen, it’s great sharing time now that dad’s gone,
      But what’s with the choice of words?
      Or the body parts that you decided to tag them on?
      I’m a vagabond who moved to modern day Babylon and then back again
      With minimal contact and you know I can’t ask your mom what’s happening
      You’ve got such beautiful gifts What are you doing ruining the packaging?
      How ironic come to think I probably put this ink on my back for him
      I want you to laugh and sing more,
      But you dropped anchor in a place
      where dreams go to die and you’re keeping your ass indoors
      I’m asking for you to stick it out and see things through
      You’re asking for me to zip my mouth and keep it just between me and you

      If I could have been there from the beginning if I could be there right now
      if I could promise to be there when you need me, would it raise an eyebrow?
      How would your body be different if I still dropped by for visits?
      Is it my place to put a smile on your face?
      Could I erase your body language telling you its all been said before?
      Or change the words you wrote, exchanging your scars for my metaphors?
      I’d add them to my collection while smiling
      Next time you want to paint with razor blades and need a canvas use my skin

      You’re hiding your sins well, but I see the hell that your limbs speak
      Tongue in cheek Lying awake in bed while other kids sleep
      The strength of evil begins to keep your grins weak
      No matter the length of the needle
      marking up one’s body is so much more than skin deep
      Feel the pin prick The grim reep what they sew and you’re trained to say that you’re fine
      Your thresh hold for pain is greater than mine
      So I’m waiting in the lines that you give me patiently,
      While you get cut in the lines that THEY make YOU wait in in ways that they can’t see
      If there’s a vacancy as far as room in your life goes,
      say it to me Don’t do it with a knife under your clothes
      Because the anguish of hidden skin is letting my ghosts be shown
      Plus the language its written in hits especially close to home
      I’m most alone when I’m out of touch with the people who feel this type of pain
      You might just aim for a day that its rainingto strike a vein to take my name in
      Changing your uniform and altering your mind set
      Has your pointer finger decided if it was a fault of his or mine yet?I bet
      I know the dialect It’s nowhere I haven’t been before
      With skin that’s sore Battle scars that rise from our inner war
      Are decorative medals of honor that our father decided to pass through inheritance
      And it is repetitive when the kids head in the direction of evidence
      proving the pain and hurt is relative

      All this pain and hurt is relative

      If I could have been there from the beginning if I could be there right now
      if I could promise to be there when you need me, would it raise an eyebrow?
      How would your body be different if I still dropped by for visits?
      Is it my place to put a smile on your face?
      Could I erase your body language telling you its all been said before?
      Or change the words you wrote, exchanging your scars for my metaphors?
      I’d add them to my collection while smiling
      Next time you want to paint with razor blades and need a canvas use my skin

      Fade to black

    • Song Title Inherited Scars
    • Band Name Sage Francis
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