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Transitional Forms

by Sharptooth

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1.
This is a song about nothing.
Oh no, not a single thing.
Cause in the absence of content I hope that you’ll forget That all this shit ever meant a thing.

I’m gonna yell until the vacuum rips my lungs.
Hope you don’t notice all the vacancy that’s Wrapped around my tongue.
Don’t worry boys, you know it’s better off this way:
They cannot tear apart that what you did not create. We all die for the beatdown While you live for the hype. Now we start the dissection Of everything other than feeling, Like opinions and values, the things that we use To give our art some meaning. But, baby, thoughts don’t sell. Just bottle the mood Maybe I can just bottle myself Can you say if that sells? Let’s just regurgitate a couple concepts And hope it all pays well. I’m gonna yell until the vacuum rips my lungs.
Hope you don’t notice all the vacancy that’s Wrapped around my tongue.
Don’t worry boys, you know it’s better off this way:
They cannot tear apart that what you did not create. 
Now this is the part of the song Where we slow shit way down for you So you can all kill each other It doesn’t even matter what i’m saying here anyway Can you even understand a fucking word I say? Mosh call Generic mosh call It must be nice to say nothing. Nothing. 
Mosh call Generic mosh call It must be nice to say nothing at all. Mosh call One more generic mosh call. It must be nice to say nothing. Nothing.
2.
Mean Brain 02:37
Soundtrack in my head is completely fucked. White noise to the tune of my own self hate. Mean brain drowning out all the things I know. Why am I the person I hurt the most? 
Why do I feel justified in Self talk that just leaves me wounded? I would never speak to someone else The way that I talk to myself. 
Rewind and repeat. Dark sounds that become my reality. No room for your blind positivity. Press pause, gotta go reevaluate. Why does my own head treat itself this way? Over and over again.
Rewind and play it again. Kick that shit up to a 10. Why do I feel justified in Self talk that just leaves me wounded? I would never speak to someone else The way that I talk to myself. 
Play it again, play it again.
Kick that shit up to a 10. Nobody likes me. Everybody hates me. Barely tolerates me. Everybody leaves.
3.
I pushed for purpose To see what I would find.
Kept you at arm’s length But found no peace of mind.
Relinquished hold on Connections I create; With my intentions I will decide my fate.

Life on the razor’s edge.

If love is the answer Then why does it cut us so deep?
When I open up Tell me why does it bring me to bleed?

Greatest asset, biggest weakness:
Come fucking gut me I want to believe this...
I have to believe this.

Life on the razor’s edge.
Life on the razor’s edge. Is this how it ends?
Life on the razor’s edge.
4.
Hirudinea 03:12
These leeches try to kiss my feet (I’m learning nothing’s real.) Proximity’s it’s own reward: A virtue signal in a blood meal. And it boils my blood, So go and drink it up Like the sucker you are. I hope you burn from the inside While I’m left to tend my scars. No spine. Worms will find a body. So blind, How did I let you live inside me? You are nothing but a front. And you know, You always know. You are all talk Your lips move so fast while you’re making your promises. We walk the walk. Pat yourself on the back, platitudes are so well spoken. We pay the price When there’s work to be done you’re nowhere to be found. Oh, but you’re so nice God, I hope that makes up for everything else. We pay a price But you’re so nice. Nice ain’t worth shit, If we’re all gonna bleed for it. Don’t stand beside me If you won’t use your voice. Your coward’s conscience Knows that you made a choice. You’re always silent When there’s work to be done; You’re not a feminist Just because you fucked one. You worm.

You’re not a feminist Just because you fucked one.
5.
The Gray 03:41
This is what we’re told: It looks so simple from the Black side, The white side, It’s never meant to change. You see it’s written on this page. Tell that to someone who’s broken, Desperate to rewrite the past. But pages are just made of paper; Nothing can last. But this is what we’re told: They strip us down to diagnosis And trauma The things that we have seen. But there is so much more to me But it takes It takes Tell that to someone who suffers It’s something that runs in their veins. Tell them the wiring’s faulty; No hope for change. Black and white answers For every question, every shade. But this is what we’re told: It’s absolutes and nothing Sees in between all the lines we have drawn. But that’s where we’ve lived all along. And they take, and they take our power away. When we ignore all the shades of gray. I cannot give you the answer, The only thing certain is change. But black and white cannot define me: Even our matter is gray. I smashed apart my own skull, Ripped out the wires of old. I saw the gray and decided: I fill the fractures with gold. I filled the fractures with gold.
6.
Where is your heart? Where is your heart? Apathy gripped you And ripped you apart. Where is your heart? When did it cave? Selfishness swept in And no one was saved. Empathy is not a virtue It’s our only hope. Unraveling to reach us; Hung yourself upon that rope. Where is your heart? Where is your heart? Apathy gripped you And ripped you apart. How can you just See and not care? When one of us suffers It’s something we all have to bear. Empathy is not a virtue It’s our only chance. Hold on tight to one another; It’s the only way that we will stand. The cycle Of oppression Maintained by Your self obsession. We can only overcome When we recognize that we are one. Our evolution As a people Requires us to work as equals. If we are all to survive We cannot eat ourselves alive. So how fucking dare you? I will not stand by Watch our planet die Watch our species die Watch my people die. What more does it take To make you want to help? Think outside yourself. How fucking dare you? How fucking dare you? Believe that this life and the world all must revolve around you? How fucking dare you. Think outside yourself.
7.
153 02:37
They call me reckless But then they call on me to speak. Ask why I’m breathless While their hands are choking me. Rip me apart, my dear For daring to express; I’ve seen good women immolate for less. We are the warriors And honesty’s the crown to which we’re sworn. Call me your enemy, Impale myself upon a loving sword. I speak my truth And that’s the only thing I need. Kiss me goodbye, I’ll die for my beliefs. Make me a martyr, baby, Burn me from my feet. Already felt that fire From when they had branded me. No one was saved And I won’t make it home alive. Us bitches, yeah, we all get crucified. We are the warriors And honesty’s the crown to which we’re sworn. Call me your enemy, Impale myself upon a loving sword. I live my truth And that’s the only thing I need. Kiss me goodbye, I’ll die for my beliefs Make me a martyr, Burn me alive. Make me a martyr, Still I’ll be crucified.
8.
All financial fodder, Pigs sent to the slaughter. Ignorance is fostered While your actions cost you. Platforms of illusion. Brittle, bold delusions. Wonder if it matters. Wait until it shatters. Will you learn? And if they all willingly will bleed dry Would we call it a murder or suicide? Watch them set fires, nobody learns: Rejoice while your beloved country burns. Demagogues Who get treated like like Demigods. Fatal frauds Orchestrating self serving laws. Fear of unknown supersedes. Voting against your own needs. Blinded by red white and blue. But they don’t give a fuck about you.

They don’t give a fuck about you.
9.
“Mother dearest,
 Don’t you miss me?”
 Grown-ass men Who all want fixing.

 But I won’t. 

I am maternal extortion.
 I’m the womb, You’re my abortion.

 Choke on your guilt, at least that’s an action. 
From which I will never get satisfaction.
 The mother, the daughter, your personal savior; Born to perform all emotional labor.

 Wring me out,
 Bleed me dry. Use me till I fucking die.

 How do you like me now? 
I bet you’ll love me now.
 How do you like me?
10.
I wrote my own ending: Bled out from wounds I thought beyond mending. I reached into the void The darkness touched me with her hands. She kissed my forehead, Whispered to me: “Baby, it’s not time to meet me yet.” Maybe that’s what hurt the most. Not even the totality death could even bear to hold me close So I let go Tear down my walls And watch my insides blow apart. Cause when I fall I’m gonna give it my whole heart. My greatest asset My biggest weakness I’ll open up Because I chose to believe this. I made a choice to believe this. We preach compassion But then refuse to love ourselves. Hated my darkness, Still I couldn’t ask for help. Still asking questions, Waiting for you all to leave. I cannot steep in love When I am loathing me.

I reached into the void, And darkness touched me with her hands. She kissed my forehead, Whispered to me: “Baby, it’s not time to meet me yet.” And that’s when everything went still. A single thought before I fell: Compassion without compromise Can only thrive When I include myself. 
Nevertheless, I persisted, Nevertheless, I resist. Nevertheless, I persisted, Nevertheless, I exist.

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released July 9, 2020

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Sharptooth Baltimore, Maryland

"Clever Girl
Does not forget,
My mouth is dry,
your blood is wet."

Mad-as-fuck co-ed melodic hardcore from Baltimore, MD.

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