If You Can't Leave It Be, Might as Well Make It Bleed
Embrace the Bleeding Silence
Lyrics
What you found sure upset you,
Discovery of something unsettling
Never saw it coming did you?
Unexpectedness of the situation
It's easy to be surprised
Surprise is natural
With both your eyes sewn closed.
Choosing not to see the truth
Handled with great precision,
Accurate and skillful handling
Another faultless execution,
Flawless execution of a plan
You're the subject of this exhibition,
Becoming the focus of scrutiny
A willing cadaver, a willing cadaver.
Willing participation in one's own downfall
Scalpled, sutured, made whole again.
Recovery and restoration after damage
These cuts are leaving creases.
Scars as a result of actions
Trace the scars, to fit the pieces,
Examining and understanding the scars
To tell your story, you don't need to say a word.
Non-verbal storytelling through scars
So call off the cavalry,
Declining external help
You can't save a wretch like me.
Feeling beyond redemption
Clean this with kerosene,
Suggesting drastic measures for cleansing
If you can't leave it be, might as well make it bleed.
If unable to let go, intensify the experience
Scalpled, sutured, make whole again.
Repetition of the theme of restoration
You're wires are frayed, can't fire right,
Internal struggles affecting functionality
You look better when out of sight,
Appearances are deceiving
You were not made to stand and fight,
Acknowledging limitations in confrontation
There's something better wrong with you.
Admitting inherent flaws
You're pulse is anemic, you're tired of the fire,
Weakness and exhaustion from challenges
You're bruising too easy, and falling behind,
Vulnerability and difficulty keeping up
And no one is waiting for you,
Isolation and lack of support
And no one is waiting for you.
Reiteration of isolation
So call off the quarantine,
Rejecting efforts to contain the situation
You can't save the rest from me.
Unwillingness to be saved
Clean this with kerosene,
Suggesting drastic measures for purification
If you can't leave it be might as well make it bleed.
Intensifying the experience if unable to let go
Scalpled, sutured, made whole again.
Repeated theme of recovery and restoration
You're wires are frayed, can't fire right,
Highlighting malfunction and imperfection
You look better when out of sight,
Appearance is better when hidden
You were not made to stand and fight,
Acknowledging unsuitability for direct confrontation
There's something better wrong with you.
Recognition of inherent problems
And no one is waiting for you.
No one anticipating or waiting for assistance
And no one is waiting for you.
Reiteration of isolation and lack of support
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