Black on Both Sides
from Empty Thoughts by Out of Place
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Every day I'm dying
While I'm trying to live in the truth
I'm not a real person
Just another freak for abuse
An object for laughter
Choke-holds and bloody batter
Nothing matters
In my head I hear the chatter
Am I really here
Cause I feel myself slipping
Neglected to listen
As the chatter shatters my feelings
Black, a wise crack on the back end of a joke
Being drug on concrete while the onlookers poke
Hung by the throat with umbilical rope
You're killing my hope
And dealing a blow
Sinking and keeping me low
Empty and cold
Funny buddy for show
A knuckle but no
When my body's hearing the blow
Feeling alone
Surrounded by friends or a foe
One can never know
My end can come quick
Like click of a trigger switch
If the figure fits
Apparently I’m supposed to wear it
Hood dealing, seedy individual
Lacking peripheral
More like invisible when I’m belittled
People speak leaks and make my heart beat sink
Try to shrug it off
Cause man is never soft
Even though I’m not a real person
A living joke doesn’t get to sob
Hook
Black as the breath pushed out of my lungs
Black till the day that my body is done
Black as I'm seen in the eye of the meek
Black cause you remind me every day of the week
Every day I'm dying
While I'm trying to live in the truth
I'm not a real person
Just another freak for abuse
An object for laughter
Choke-holds and bloody batter
Nothing matters
In my head I hear the chatter
Am I really here
Cause I feel myself slipping
Neglected to listen
As the chatter shatters my feelings
Black, a wise crack on the back end of a joke
Being drug on concrete while the onlookers poke
Hung by the throat with umbilical rope
You're killing my hope
And dealing a blow
Sinking and keeping me low
Empty and cold
Funny buddy for show
A knuckle but no
When my body's hearing the blow
Feeling alone
Surrounded by friends or a foe
One can never know
My end can come quick
Like click of a trigger switch
If the figure fits
Apparently I’m supposed to wear it
Hood dealing, seedy individual
Lacking peripheral
More like invisible when I’m belittled
People speak leaks and make my heart beat sink
Try to shrug it off
Cause man is never soft
Even though I’m not a real person
A living joke doesn’t get to sob
Hook
Black as the breath pushed out of my lungs
Black till the day that my body is done
Black as I'm seen in the eye of the meek
Black cause you remind me every day of the week
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Out of Place Austin, Texas
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