Unfiltered Truth

Don't tell me to hire a voice to replace my fucking own. You think some

stranger knows the wars I carved into my bones? You wanna fix what isn't broken,

wanna polish what I scream? But every crack inside my throat is where the

truth leaks out of me. You want tidy, you want pretty, you want art

that doesn't bleed, but I was never built for gentle and my voice ain't built

to please. It's still me in the static, still me in the roar.

I'm the storm that kicks the door down on a goddamn frozen shore.

You don't like how I make it. Fine, don't fucking agree.