Estranged - Xasthur

Going through

We could learn to see, but boy mean the mirror in you

I have to live in the kind shame you hide. I’m dressed of a reflection of what

you’ve denied

Happy to do things, you never try. I keep telling them, how much you’ve lied

Try living in the part of town, they call the poor side

A step away from homeless-ness, a home made of death, and piss. Gotta get away

from this

Its not vintage, you’re paying to squat. With any luck, you might get shot

I’m stranged, my life is shit, you’re tlling me, to deal with it

Your mask is torn, to escape of being reborn

Get it done, the voices warn. Thought I died, you could’ve sworn

So I listen, voices without restriction. Your pain is based on, fiction

You withheld, everything that you knew, went through with every conclusion I

drew

Isn’t it bizarre, accuse me of everything you are

Someone needs to make you pay your dues, its looking like, I have nothing to

lose

Can make choices under the die or live, hearing voices that will never forgive

I have no reason to press rewind, I was never one of the kind