A song about being pinned down, staying strong, and dreaming a song.
The lyric keeps returning to the same few images, but each time they feel a little more worn down.
By the final 'Tryyy- tryyyy- tryyyyyy,' the repetition has done its work.
A song about being pinned down, staying strong, and dreaming a song.
A song about being pinned down, staying strong, and dreaming a song.
The lyric keeps returning to the same few images, but each time they feel a little more worn down.
By the final 'Tryyy- tryyyy- tryyyyyy,' the repetition has done its work.
A song about being pinned down, staying strong, and dreaming a song.
Pain is my only zen
The lyric keeps returning to the same few images, but each time they feel a little more worn down. By the final 'Tryyy- tryyyy- tryyyyyy,' the repetition has done its work.
The phrase 'Pain is my only zen' sits right in the middle of the excerpt. It's not a complaint, more like a statement of fact. Everything else, the clipped wings, the blood on hands, the do-or-die feeling, spirals out from that acceptance.
It's a quiet, resigned line that refuses to dramatize. The zen part makes it sound almost peaceful, which is the whole trick.
The way 'Soup's on hot feelin' like a do or die' breaks the flow with something almost domestic, then immediately undercuts it.
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They've clipped my wings again
Tore them apart and then
Left me
No use to fly away to
My yesterday
Of freedom
My eyes died back that day
Seeing the hurt I may have done
Beat me instead of them
Pain is my only zen
Of fun
I'll go where secrets are sold
Where roses unfold
I'll sleep as time goes by
So hurting here is where I belong dreaming a song
Blood on my hands to stay strong
The flowers in the graveyard are all gone I don't belong
There is no right to heal the wrong
Soup's on hot feelin' like a do or die
I can't throw up don't think i even want to try
You still can't make me cry
You've pinned this butterfly
Down
My fire's burning out
Kill my flame without
A frown
And starving hurts the soul
When you're hungry for
Some love
So if I close my eyes
I can really fly
Above
I'll go where secrets are sold
Where roses unfold
I'll sleep as time goes by
So hurting here is where I belong dreaming a song
Blood on my hands to stay strong
The flowers in the graveyard are all gone I don't belong
There is no right to heal the wrong
Soup's on hot feelin' like a do or die
I can't throw up don't think I even want to
Tryyy- tryyyy- tryyyyyy
A song about being pinned down, staying strong, and dreaming a song. The lyric keeps returning to the same few images, but each time they feel a little more worn down. By the final 'Tryyy- tryyyy- tryyyyyy,' the repetition has done its work.
Katy Rose performs "Lemon", and this lyric page sits inside the Katy Rose catalog on LyroVerse.
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