Ride with me into the dark, deep forests of Sweden
where the kids are bleeding
for no obvious reasons
...
It deals with the younger generation on medication to shut out the sleeping and hunger
She needs the pain, her weary arms need to get number scarred so bad she's wearing long sleeves in the summer
People wouldn't know what to say, so she feels she should cover the shame inflicted by living in the greediest culture
...
She's trapped in her body
trying to fly out from her prison
Too close to the sun, quickly brought back to the harsh reality
burned by the cold fire of this world's mentality
Father, could you tell me why she's starving herself?
Please tell me why she's so hard on herself
She's walking this earth wearing the scars of our hell carved in the flesh of her arms
and what next?
I don't know what good talking will do and if putting her pain in a song will help
but I can't go on because the words getting blurred in front of my eyes as the teal's start to burn
This ain't a song, it's a cry
...
Because how do you expect me to explain to my little sis?
When she use her brain, ain't no interest
They pick her apart until all that remains is a clitoris
Media keep telling her to change to some bigger tits
Telling her to shut her mouth - paint - and to fix her lips
But her smile's a little strained while she slit her wrist
because she hates what her belly is
That's why we resist and can't get a bit of rest
because generation after generation are being sacrificed
Slaughtered on the altar of a massive lie
(Behöver nog inte säga mer än så. Tröstar hålet inombords.)
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