Carry the Stigma
Time after time, as if being compelled
The things you do, just to compromise yourself
Oh, why even try?
Why even try? Just do as you're told
All seeing red
When you are far from whole
Carry the stigma
When life's a travesty. An archetype of agony
Just imitating someone else
All sinkable. At best being replaceable
To be someone but yourself
You give a piece to sort
A weak effort of comfort
Then you give just enough to pull me back in
Tread carefully
Oh you can tread on me
Seconds away from pulling the linchpin
You alone, have crippled yourself
Be quick or be dead, by blaming someone else
Oh! Becoming the mantra
Becoming the mantra. The things that you do
The easy escape, is to tear your own way through
Yeah through
Carry the stigma. Or face the abyss
Pride is your prison
That brings madness with a bliss
Carry the stigma
When life's a travesty. An archetype of agony
Just imitating someone else (but yourself)
All sinkable. At best being replaceable
To be someone but yourself (someone else)
You give a piece to sort
A weak effort of comfort
Then you give just enough to pull me back in
Tread carefully
Oh you can tread on me
Seconds away from pulling the linchpin
Oh! Pulling the linchpin
You give a piece to sort
A weak effort of comfort
Then you give just enough to pull me back in
Tread carefully
Oh you can tread on me
Seconds away from pulling the linchpin
(Pulling the linchpin)
The things you do, just to compromise yourself
Oh, why even try?
Why even try? Just do as you're told
All seeing red
When you are far from whole
Carry the stigma
When life's a travesty. An archetype of agony
Just imitating someone else
All sinkable. At best being replaceable
To be someone but yourself
You give a piece to sort
A weak effort of comfort
Then you give just enough to pull me back in
Tread carefully
Oh you can tread on me
Seconds away from pulling the linchpin
You alone, have crippled yourself
Be quick or be dead, by blaming someone else
Oh! Becoming the mantra
Becoming the mantra. The things that you do
The easy escape, is to tear your own way through
Yeah through
Carry the stigma. Or face the abyss
Pride is your prison
That brings madness with a bliss
Carry the stigma
When life's a travesty. An archetype of agony
Just imitating someone else (but yourself)
All sinkable. At best being replaceable
To be someone but yourself (someone else)
You give a piece to sort
A weak effort of comfort
Then you give just enough to pull me back in
Tread carefully
Oh you can tread on me
Seconds away from pulling the linchpin
Oh! Pulling the linchpin
You give a piece to sort
A weak effort of comfort
Then you give just enough to pull me back in
Tread carefully
Oh you can tread on me
Seconds away from pulling the linchpin
(Pulling the linchpin)
Credits
Writer(s): Wikander Markus
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