This is a feeble exercise
In taking apart my flaws
In an attempt to better myself
My modesty treads dangerously close towards self deprecation
And I'm torn between independence and the fear of dying alone
Blinding myself to the faults of those I attach myself to
I'm fluent in praise, but mute in criticism
I've grown accustomed to expecting the worst
While hoping that this time I'll be wrong
My past provides the blueprints I use to predict my future
I'm quick to attach, yet spend eternities letting go
While hiding behind cliche nautical metaphors
The past cannot be fixed, but if I can't fix myself, I'm doomed to a future of repeating history
I've spent too long reminiscing what we never were
While avoiding the question I was too afraid to ask myself
I admit I hate myself for being so blind to what was clear as day
How could I not see that I was living in the shadows of someone I could never replace?
I'm still waiting for that silver lining that will somehow make this all worthwhile
I've since reached the conclusion that we're better off as strangers
If I was aware of what I've learned, I wouldn't have let things get as far as they did
I'm still debating if your deceit is worse than the fact I believed every word you said to me
Consider this my last goodbye, I hope I never have to hear from you again
This scene should be a safe place
So why do we make excuses for those who choose to exploit their platform
At the expense of someone who didn't know better?
So quick to defend based on artistic output
As if it counteracts the damage that's been done
Unfairly blame the victim for speaking out
And then you wonder why so few come forward
"Separate the Art from the Artist" translates as I'm happy for this to continue for the sake of personal enjoyment
This has to end
Ignorance is not bliss for victims of abuse
Abusers don't belong on the front of magazines
Or in venues full of impressionable fans
Unless we make it clear that this isn't right
Then we're sending out the message that abuse is welcome here
Abuse is not welcome here
Spoonfed opinions disguised as facts
The truth obscured by lies and propaganda
Do you consider yourself well informed
Even though you're blind in one eye?
People forced to die while you live comfortably
Where the fuck is your empathy?
Turning a blind eye unless it affects you
Where the fuck is your empathy?
How can you live with so much blood on your hands?
How much suffering will it take for you to care?
Lambs lead to the slaughter while you bury your heads in the sand
But who will they profit off when we're all dead?
Who will they profit off when we're all dead?
Years of deprecation have left me struggling to see my worth
I have bruises from fistfights with myself over things that cannot be fixed
I'm sick of second guessing and wondering if I'm good enough
Will I ever find the strength to love myself?
I struggle to understand why I just can't stay content
In spite of everything that's keeping me here
But what if it's not enough to keep me from making a one way trip?
What happens when the shoreline I'm tethered to erodes away?
I cannot help but keep this to myself
Out of fear of becoming a burden
I've grown to find comfort in melancholy
I guess some demons never die
I guess some demons never die
about
Five aggressive, melancholic, angry, and emotional songs written between August 2018 and December 2019.
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Eve Beeker of screamo band To Be Gentle stretches her solo work in new experimental directions on this EP, a meditation on gender & healing. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 10, 2021