Stop Fighting You

I’m sitting here alone in solitude and thought and he is sucking up my air. This over-substanced young man, he is waiting for me to catch his eye, harassing me with his stare and I’m caught in the dusk. My image of peace is laughing, laughing, laughing in my face. It seems so strange to fear one’s own freedom, either freedom of space, freedom of speech or freedom of love. Sometimes it’s safer to smile, deny what is true, what is you. Deny what is right? But, I just can’t always be so dead so, I fight the fear, and I admit, there are times when I fear the fight. And when I’ve said all that I can say, I will likely disintegrate and blow away. When this war is over and done and when we’ve won, then only then will I Stop Fighting you. You are cold, you are uninviting. You say you’re a pacifist but you are stone. You are looking through a hole as wide as a nail into the room of truth. It’s the perspective of an insect dismissed all too comfortably as youth. Everyday, jerks like you deny our freedom, some in worse ways but it’s all the same. Oh, why can’t I make you understand? This need is so true that I can almost feel it held tightly in my hand! I know that I will hold my right to space, my right to speech, my right to love and my right to be safe. Because, there is no more room for fear in this fight, this fight against fear, against my fear of you. And, when I’ve said all that I can say… then, only then, will I Stop Fighting You.I’m sitting here alone in solitude and thought and he is sucking up my air. This over-substanced young man, he is waiting for me to catch his eye, harassing me with his stare and I’m caught in the dusk. My image of peace is laughing, laughing, laughing in my face. It seems so strange to fear one’s own freedom, either freedom of space, freedom of speech or freedom of love. Sometimes it’s safer to smile, deny what is true, what is you. Deny what is right? But, I just can’t always be so dead so, I fight the fear, and I admit, there are times when I fear the fight. And when I’ve said all that I can say, I will likely disintegrate and blow away. When this war is over and done and when we’ve won, then only then will I Stop Fighting you. You are cold, you are uninviting. You say you’re a pacifist but you are stone. You are looking through a hole as wide as a nail into the room of truth. It’s the perspective of an insect dismissed all too comfortably as youth. Everyday, jerks like you deny our freedom, some in worse ways but it’s all the same. Oh, why can’t I make you understand? This need is so true that I can almost feel it held tightly in my hand! I know that I will hold my right to space, my right to speech, my right to love and my right to be safe. Because, there is no more room for fear in this fight, this fight against fear, against my fear of you. And, when I’ve said all that I can say… then, only then, will I Stop Fighting You.

Get Outta My Head
Own It

DISCOGRAPHY

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