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squalloscope - archives كلمات الأغنية

i am already somebody’s grandmother in a different universe
empress of a lifetime of unpaid work
dishes stacked high in cabinets
housing families of fire bugs
staring black_eyed at plates commemorating a royal wedding
i am the heiress to a mining empire
drilling for love in my friends’ chests on television
i am a sales person selling impossibilities
we are vampire families sucking the life out of each other
i just want to drеss up as own my worst failures
i am a rainy parade of umbrella tеrms
floats made of driftwood
i am a bearer of scar tissue
holding it up like a flesh colored flag

we are archives
(heavy with life exhaled and bled)
we are weightbearers
(we carry your sh_t to the end of our days)
we are archives
(searching the stacks for things left unsaid)
and we pay with our lives for what we carry
(most of my friends are already half dead)
i am whoever i am
in this sitcom i just stumbled into
i am every attempt to break the fourth wall
to follow the laugh tracks to the source
we are the nails and the hammer
we are the walls of the house
we are the hospital building
i am all those unsettling sounds
i have been eyeing the ivy
late at night i climb out
i have been watching the screens
for those lost to be found
i am defragmentation
i am the whetstone and the knife
learned it was never about
keeping all of us alive

we are archives
(heavy with life exhaled and bled)
we are weightbearers
(we carry your sh_t to the end of our days)
we are archives
(searching the stacks for things left unsaid)
and we pay with our lives for what we carry
(most of my friends are already half dead)
my friends were held up at gunpoint
i was held up by their arms
we are who they called disposable
in no uncertain terms
i am who is taking the long way
who was followed by men
i am the keys and the fist
for they will follow again
i am mold, rot, and rust
i have been dying since birth
i was buried alive
dug myself out of the earth
we are the foot and the shovel
we are the graves in the park
nothing can keep us from singing
through the breaking of the heart

we are archives
we are weightbearers
we are archives
and we pay with our lives for what we carry

- squalloscope

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