The fact that we stay confined in a body of flesh and bone.
Chaos is my name and lovers call me home.
Dear young and naive, let your stars fall out.
How often do you think, you may speak, sing or shout.
For the last time, I heard your verses were left out.
The oblation of a breathing soul dying in self-doubt.
They said: be kind, be nice
Miss unknown, you are not supposed to roll the dice.
Even if you lose, even if you cry,
Give back a sweet smile, even if you die.
It’s a battle where your enemies are well known.
How to enrage when you struggle in a body of Flesh and Bone?
They shut you; be quiet! and teach you to be polite.
For speaking of yourself is not among your rights.
Be Decent, look pretty, mask up to your dress
No words to whisper, let others guess.
You are as they said, an epitome of kindness.
While you become all of this, they whine you to be mindless.
But when this heart strives to be disowned.
Outrage your war, even with sticks and stones.
How pretentious would I be, ripping off the body of flesh and bone?
Now you see enough kindness is shown,
The wind says to pick a side,
Be your weapon and decide.
Hear the heart, be the brain, Stop Humming!
Sing aloud with Your Soul.
Let the Flesh tear out of its pain,
Spread your wings, embrace your storm.
life starts from inside,
We all started from a mother’s womb.
Chaos is my name and lovers call me home.
This confinement is a residence
May freedom exhale from the body of flesh and bone.
