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podmusical - brush as you're told كلمات الأغنية

[flosso]
i didn’t cry when mama was sent away
i let father inject me everyday
i gave my birthright to my brother along with my name
and now that they’re gone i can finally say:

well i don’t like it
and i don’t want it
and i’m sick of hearing: “it’s
“the displeasure of the tooth that made you born that way.”

i studied scripture, always prayed as hard as could be
for the power of the tooth to wipe clean the fuzz in me

each night i cried
“please, divine guide
reward my faith in thee…”
then daddy would stab me with his newest cure
the burning was the curse leaving my blood, he swore

i didn’t crack, though his remedies blackened my veins
i didn’t slip, though my screaming kept me awake
i didn’t snap, though i heard them calling me a mistake
i did everything i could for the prophecy’s sake

but i didn’t want it
and i didn’t ask for it
and you don’t know the half of it
praying every day to what made me this way

the question i present: are
the injections my protection
or the invention of the infection in me?

it’s becoming my impression
that the threat of my regression’s
an invention but to keep me on leash

well i’m sick of the lies
and wasting my life
disguised, despised, half-euthanized
for the truth of what i happen to be

so d-mn this tooth and what we’re supposed to believe
it’s time to make the world in the image of me!

yeah, you won’t like it
but try and fight it
you’re all invited
to the dawning of the fuzz and the death of the tooth!

- podmusical

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