Progressive / electronic / rock / rap Whatever I feel is right
The Trying. A name representing something we must constantly be doing in our lives. This is the epitome of myself. This is my space without restrictions. The personal/political - inseparably wound.
Lyrics
Hungry, hungry
Dizzy, dizzy
This excess flesh
It hangs within me
Dirty, dirty
Heavy, heavy
I’ll infect it be-
fore it infects me
Churning, churning
Screaming, screaming
I will event-
ually feed me
Waiting, waiting
Hating, hating
Until then
I’ll teach me a lesson
Hungry, hungry
Worried, worried
Guilty, guilty
Awful, awful
Dizzy, dizzy
Enjoy, enjoy
No more, no more
Awful, awful
There’s no cutting
Tearing
Bleeding
Instead there’s nothing
Starving
Stopping
Hardly for image
Reflection
Unsatisfaction
But for hatred
Fraction
Lacking…
Hungry, hungry
Worried, worried
Guilty, guilty
Awful, awful
Dizzy, dizzy
Enjoy, enjoy
No more, no more
Awful, awful
Mirror, mirror on the wall
I am about to fall
I can see my snow demon
Not enough time to cover it
Mirror, mirror, should I save face?
There has never been a place
There has never been a time
I just always let it shine
Mirror, mirror I pity me
Should I not let them see?
I am fading, I am falling
And so soon, I’ll be crawling
This punishment takes so long
I want to speed to it up
Cutting along the dotted line
I am a dotted line
I don’t even have a prime
I am just a dotted line
I keep looking but cannot find
How to make me a solid line
That way this world would fold me
Before I continue with the cutting
And the spit would weaken me
Damp and so easy for ripping
Perhaps the line is irrelevant
But the material in which it represents
Because I know it’s the disgust
And not the stomach
The only thing in which I can’t destroy
Is that inner little boy
The one who used to have a dad
The one who was never sad
The one who died at age four
The one who wished he wasn’t born
The one in which lost everyone
The one in which I often shun
I am just a dotted line
Confined to paper, on which I draw
But like all other pieces
I will be wadded and disposed
Unless I frame me for all to see
And stand the test of history
I am just a dotted line
I hope in the future, you all will find
Hungry, hungry
Worried, worried
Guilty, guilty
Awful, awful
Dizzy, dizzy
Enjoy, enjoy
No more, no more
Awful, awful
As I keep myself hollow
The more and more this pain grows
Shingle shackled to my skin
I’ll just do it again and again
Full of hunger and full of pain
With no will to make it go away
Full of apathy and sadness
I just want my innocence
And as I’m empty more and more
My face becomes more stern and firm
A habit that can catch on quick
I wonder if it will stick
