For every piece of myself I tear apart and analyze to death: A reflection on my own pain A heavy burden on my chest In an endless dream, the beast of Grief overpowers me Reminding me of how filthy my own skin is For every moment that I drag myself down I know I could be progressing on I won't be the enemy Like the dying sun I will blind all those Who dare gaze upon my flesh Like the Victors' Sword ripped from the beast that Blights her with Distress
Primitive Rage - Assigned Faggot At Birth Assigned faggot at birth When will this pain end? All that I know is I refuse to pretend I won't be another cog in the machine All that is gold doesn't glitter and
Primitive Rage - In an Endless Dream... For every piece of myself I tear apart and analyze to death: A reflection on my own pain A heavy burden on my chest In an endless dream, the beast of Grief overpowers me Reminding