Текст песни Saws - Pyrophoria

I started rapping because I wanted to
I ran out of bizarre things to do
It's free verse, something new
I can tell my story plain, how about you

My story is not sad
It's tragically bad
I stay mad
I lost what I had
No I'm not glad
My notepad
Was waterlogged
I monologued
Got it wrong
Got along
A non song
A hot saw
Dropped jaw
Shoptalk
Cropped off
Dropped off
Blocked off
If only it would stop
I was at the top
When I felt the drop

The villain withdraws
A scarecrow with no straws
She feels claws
The saws
Are gauze
There is no pause
For applause
Are you what belongs
No I am followed by a black dog
Brain early morning fog
My my mind races in a jog
Backlog
Fingerprints on a doorknob
Why was it my life they chose to rob
Trampled by a mob
Wounds of salt on a cotton swab
I feel my broken heart throb
I thought to sob
Where was the storm's calm
All my life they read my palm
Like a bomb
All my life I was beaten on
I was moth drawn
Waited for my black swan
But it was in the wrong
And I wait for dawn
But the light is gone

I don't write to people please
I write unsung stories that no one sees
Sometimes they discover these
But I am a redwood and they know only trees
These poems are keys
They are seeds
None of the thieves
Can take from these
An artist never concedes
Writes never reads
Explodes then proceeds

I am jagged, it was too late
I was already at the wrong gate
On the wrong date
Not thinking straight
I think I no longer hate
What is hate but strife too late
I no longer wait
I am a heroine and I narrate
I am no villain, that is not my fate
This is a story they won't celebrate
These are the saws that I create

Jagged like hot saws to the touch
My songs point to what hurts too much