Strangely Shaped by Fathers - Bursting from the Grave
Just as fucked up as I ever wasMaybe fucked up a little more
The damage of a life lived wide awake
While other people close their eyes
I cut my hair sometimes to celebrate
To mark another minor liberation
You join the dots of every scar
They come together and they form a mask
That's far too easy to slip on
I find myself when I refuse
When I raise two middle fingers at the world
Bursting from the grave
I gasp deep at the fresh air
A zombie roaming empty streets
Finding myself, Piece by piece
Just in time for them
To bury me alive again
I find myself in my old notebooks
Which read the same as this one now
And listening back to all those favourite songs
Which never fail to make me feel
The way I felt listening for the first time
I wear myself upon my sleeve
In new tattoos and ancient t-shirts
I am myself when I am ill at ease
Sleepless nights and restless days
I am nothing but my patterns
Childhood traumas locked in amber
Bursting from the grave
I gasp deep at the fresh air
A zombie roaming empty streets
Finding myself, Piece by piece
Just in time for them
To bury me alive again
We can always disappoint
The person we see standing in the mirror
But we can also make them proud
A lot is lost with every passing year
A thousand cuts of compromise
But they can never take it all away
So hold on tight to what is left
I have never been the person that they thought I was
Some days I am better
Some days I am much worse
But I am always somewhere inside even when I'm lost I'm still there clinging on
Bursting from the grave
I gasp deep at the fresh air
A zombie roaming empty streets
Finding myself, Piece by piece
Just in time for them
To bury me alive again
My nemesis is the unthinking status quo
My secret power is my power to say no
Bursting from the grave
I gasp deep at the fresh air
A zombie roaming empty streets
Finding myself, Piece by piece
Just in time for them
To bury me alive again
Written by:
Dan McKee
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