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Constraints
03:06
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no bond just breaks on its own
every action conquers my thoughts
it tells me that I'm wrong, it says I don't feel right
what's left of me is nothing but spite
there is no neutral when affliction remains
there is no room to grow in binary constraints
like my mood, my confidence fluctuates
i love and hate the attention i anticipate
trying to find peace, a piece of a broken crowd
I'm not welcome, nor am I allowed
this shit's not worth the effort I sometimes think
Until you reassured that I can be lost and learn to find a way
I'm shaken dry and I won't shed a tear
my confusion is my one biggest fear
fuck the noise that screams to let it go
my thoughts are mine, my body's my own
my thoughts are mine, my body's my own
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700 Days
03:57
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she makes her twisted face so obvious
warnings have driven me to brink between sanity and lust
like a fissure in the earth
I'm sinking below your eyes
with my desires overwhelming
it's the anger i trap inside
have I wasted so much time
I don't owe you or the damned
have I wasted this much time
getting you to understand
700 days won't save
700 days won't save
a line between loneliness and pity
still not one i would trade
have I wasted so much time
I don't owe you or the damned
have I wasted this much time
getting you to understand
700 days won't save
700 days won't save
700 days won't save
700 days won't save
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Living Wage
04:32
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Where the room is full of levied arms the sun does not shine
but where the lake is baron the sun is burning bright
prevalent, it doesn't fail to heat the sorry ground
and relief turns into anxiety hours after it goes down
breaking the caustic hour glass won't break the sands of time
but if the system fails then there's a chance it will turn out right
i took my share i had my doubts
i can't persuade the reigns of crowns
if life is just a privilege, i don't want your sympathy
if life is just a privilege, i don't want your goddamn unity
your god justifies your gain
your god justifies the pain
i just don't want to feel this way
to writhe in pity and die in vein
if life is just a privilege - burn the maps
if life is just a privilege - hide your tracks
if life is just a privilege - stab their backs
if life is just a privilege - take it back
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Vagrancy Richmond, Virginia
a nervous trans girl that writes songs about feelings and politics but mostly about feelings.
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