(2015)
This world is covered in bias It’s all over you It’s all over me too This world is covered in bias It shades our words
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
I am stronger Than you think I am I am weaker Than I look
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding