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Los Pensamientos De una Cara Palida

by Massa Nera

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Having to pick between squeezing pins and needles or swallowing glass Choosing a side based on repugnance or fraudulence It's safe to say I'd rather swallow glass Glorifying a bigot, preaching hate, attempting to make a nation great again? How could a man so senseless try to hold us together? His immoral beliefs continue to validate his followers’ hate Marching to fight The ideals of the anti-Semitic In hopes to dethrone The brute with Hitler ideals We march, in hopes to dethrone
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Constantly reminding myself that a mind so narrow views us interchangeably A difference so minuscule, but causes me to be the last picked This time I’ve spent so far on earth is a bitter repetition The bricks you used to build the wall, weren’t strong enough to keep me on the other side I walk with my head down And I feel your hate stabbing me Wishing I were dead, blaming me, Making false accusations to justify your meaningless life Loathing, force-fed in our minds Loving, acceptance, drifted away Holding on to just one thing The hope of a quick death
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I know that my inconsistencies are becoming much more apparent Constantly telling you to fuck off when in reality, the idea of pushing you away is too hard to comprehend I refuse to waste time believing that I had a purpose Embrace hate Embrace death Only the cowards fear death, and only the naive believe in the afterlife Realizing that being content is what I'll settle for, happiness is short-lived, while the idea of dying is giving me a clearer picture My shortcomings have just become reminders and my accomplishments are blurred Minds that were once collective, now feel aversion
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Painting a picture sounds easier than displaying certainty Stories told by a fictitious anima, deceiving an array of your clique But who's deceiving whom? Put on an old face, worn out from years of neglect You think you've outgrown it, but it slides on effortlessly It's imbued with the trappings of your past, your dishonorable history This is a false flag operation
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Weighed down, yet I'm floating Drowning, choking on the oxygen Leaden, restless Always thinking, never speaking Cuando podre sentir el sol de la primavera Doubt is exponential No sleep means I'm never awake And anyway, life is ephemeral A snap of the fingers Anhedonic, melancholic A shell, unbearably light Always there, but never present, I'm lost in the fog, trying to recreate your voice My silhouette against the lamppost, a beacon for lost souls stumbling in the dark
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Manipulation The death of us all It can’t be solved Your followers digest your final ounce of poison and become blinded by the naked truth Narcissism Bigotry All the traits to ruin a population It took centuries to change Now xenophobia has strapped me to a chair forcing itself down in my head ruining the lives of the accustomed forcing them out creating another cycle and ruining any hope in the progressive movement I'm trying to break the barrier Between us all

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released October 13, 2017

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