Demasculator - Acumen Nation

Once again it’s a familiar place i’m in

Better yet to be wasted for the interim

Full well I know the feebleness of a broken down

Body getting stripped away…

Better yet to be something of an animal

Maybe low like a dog or something uglier

When I’m face to face with the reality of masculinity

That’s getting stripped away

I’m running from the hell you carved in me

Holding back to hear you scream

One last time so I can sleep…

…Deeper than the sharp pain goes, much bigger the pathos

The harder to let go of all you damaged egos, it’s true

Duty bound to heed the call of always something negative

Never the love you give, it’s true

Think of me every time you cry

And when you’re alone and you want to die

So that way, I will be always on your mind

Never knew, never thought I could be had

By a sister with a sinister view and nothing deep inside

Thought I could be the super sensitive guy

Who could ride out the extra mile

What I caught was the familiar scent of a damaged little pretty

And I whispered that it couldn’t be true

But in the end I knew with you

My heart would get stripped away…

I’m running from the hell you carved in me

Holding back to hear you screaming all for me