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Today, I Hit a Man

Near the eve of sunlight the haze of jager starts to fades
Only to find an ally locked horns with an unknown assailant
He gives a slap on the wrist, aimed perfectly to the face
As if I was programmed for this all I saw was red at the sight
I griped him by the throat and whispered in his ear where he was going
And then seconds later he was kissing the concrete

I know that, she’s looking down on me
That, she’s looking down on me
Ashamed
I can feel her, shaking her head at me
Yeah, She’s shaking her head at me
Ashamed

Taking the bouncers directions to heart I head down the street
They cheered for me as I slug away from the scene of the crime
They comfort me when I ask them to identify this empty feeling inside
Embarrassed, I knock back a few more drinks and fade back into the haze

I know that, she’s looking down on me
That, she’s looking down on me
Ashamed
I can feel her, shaking her head at me
Yeah, She’s shaking her head at me
Ashamed

She said to me, without a tint of irony
That I was the hero of the night
And he said to me, completely straight
That he was jealous of my haste
And the devil, in his most loathsome form
Told me that I have nothing to be sorry about
But there voices, can’t drown out
The sounds of her rolling around

Judy Was An Otaku

Sunrise once again, just another script in our part to play
Put on the actress for the day and set for the stage
The actors are in place and the roles are chosen
Exit to the stage and the grind begins

It was fun at first, but after the 90th might boosh quote
She sat and started to think ‘Is this all I can do?’
It was all games to start, but after the 8th scripted outfit praise
She sits and starts to think ‘Is this all we can be?’

Park in the park till after dark, shaded under the tallest bark
If it wasn’t for the majesty of teenage magicians, what would we talk about?
If we didn’t know the script like the back of our hands, what would we speak about?

She catches him in the corner of her eye
To an average girl he doesn’t seem like to much
Same clothes, same hair as the rest of his class
But to her that’s why he’s just so appealing
She’s sick of this life, it bears no meaning

2 for 1 hair dye at Superdrug
A brand new Lolita dress from an eBay import
Face paints, short skirt, A wig if needs be
Custom made shoes, only now does she feel free

Maybe if she parades in the image of an idol for day, then maybe
She can forget about herself for just one day and bask in the world of the weird
The pretty colours take away the portrait of her face, the mangled waste at best
But she destroys herself with the weapon of the mind
Its years away from what she really wants in life

She wants to be free of the image and to break free from the script, and live the life of the normal
She’ll tell you it’s uncool, but every night she’ll dream, about what the normies will do for the day

Sick of the chants, sick of the quotes but what else can she do?
They don’t shout to impress, they shout to forget, drown out the voices they know
That scream they don’t want to be here, that they want to be away
Their friends are a fucking embarrassment, but what can they do?
Drown their sorrows in media and forget its all true

Judy was an Otaku
As long as fear remains that’s all she’ll be
Judy was an Otaku
It’s too confronting to embrace change
Judy was an Otaku
As long as fear remains that’s all she’ll be
Judy was an Otaku
And she knows, she’ll stay the same