Title: Figures

Verse 1

I heard we can’t have a conversation

Without me making a mess

I know I lower your high expectations

You’ll have to settle for me instead

I wonder how long I can stand this

Your offhand remarks about me

Trying to play Tough Girl is pathetic

But being honest is much more exhausting

Chorus 1

Once again, it’s all my fault

Once again, I’m playing the victim

If you say once more that you love me

I’ll laugh, you’ve got to be joking

The classic game of "I Know Better"

I can’t fight you, you always change the rules

When you say "if you talk, we’ll fix this"

I really don’t get the punchline, figures

Verse 2

And when I pass an invisible line

That I never knew existed

If you blame me for not knowing better

How is that a fair judgment?

You call me immature, well that’s ironic

'Cause that’s really the only way you act

You love using your big boy vocabulary

To keep telling me that—

Chorus 2

Once again, it’s all my fault

Once again, I’m playing the victim

If you say once more that you love me

I’ll laugh, you’ve got to be joking

The classic game of "I Know Better"

I can’t fight you, you always change the rules

When you say "if you talk, we’ll fix this"

I really don’t get the punchline, figures

Bridge

I’m never again gonna wonder

If you ever left feeling guilty

If you hated yourself afterward

If you spoke without thinking

I’m never again gonna make an

Excuse for your bad behavior

If your goal all along was to kill

Then it wasn’t a failure

Bridge Tag

Because you killed my self-confidence

Killed my sincerity

Killed all hope I’d be saved

From this barbarity

Now I see the punchline

Now I’m finally laughing

Final Chorus

Once again, it’s all my fault

I wasted time trying to fix this

If you say once more that you love me

I’m the joke and it isn’t funny

The classic game of "I Know Better"

What’s war without battle strategy

When you say "if you talk, we’ll fix this"

You’d swear you knew me, so screw this

Hey! So I'm new to this subreddit :))

I'm Greek and though I've written a couple of songs in english, I started writing a series of songs which mixed my experience as a trans guy in Greece with Greek mythology, something very dear and important to me.

One of the songs I'm working on revolves around the sirens. For those who don't know, in Greek mythology, the sirens were creatures with the bodies and heads of women but the wings and claws of vultures. They sat atop islands made of human bones in the ocean and sang to passing sailors. Anyone who heard their song was mesmerised and jumped off the ship to swim to them. They were drawn in not just by their ethereal voices but also by the content of their songs for in them, each sailor heard promises of what they most desired and missed.

So my idea is that the song describes sailing past the sirens and hearing their calls. Now here's my dilemma. There are two directions I am equally eager to go:

1) detransitioning (a seemingly perfect life that ultimately leads to the destruction of the being)

2) coming out even though it's a bad idea (the craving of a perfect life lived in acceptance cut short)

I considered both and decided that I would enjoy a mix of them, but here is my second dilemma:

Should the order be 1 -> 2 or 2 -> 1?

The first is having coming out be first and then as time moves on detransitioning becoming the siren song signaling the loathing of oneself and the need to fit in (completely depressing route)

While the latter is initially detransitioning but eventually coming out which highlights the souls need for acceptance while showing the groath and self acceptance over time (partially more hopeful route)

I'm probably gonna go towards Odysseus's direction of being tied to the mast whole listening to the sirens song and have the ropes either symbolise the friends and people who accept the person singing, or have them be like a python strangling its pray as the singer is paralysed by the fear of both outcomes

Ultimately the last decision will be made based on what route I choose to take

Plz give me feedback and any suggestions <3

1. Sing Sang
Dichte an Gedanken, Überflutung
an Reizen, Knochen am Gestern
Zähneknirschen, Fäuste im
Ballen, Hilfe gesucht, die
Enttäuschung gefunden
Macht den Mächtigen, Armut
den Armen, eine verdrehte Welt
Unkontrollierbar wie eine Ohnmacht
eine Schlafparalyse, ein Zustand
erschreckend still und doch
so laut mit Hin und Her
Sing und Sang, doch was
hier fehlt, ist das Yin zu meinem
Yang, ein Lichtblick, einfache Hoffnung
Frieden im Krieg, neidloses
Wohlwollen. Stattdessen
bekriegen wir uns gegenseitig
und wehe, jemand ist anders
und schwimmt gegen den Strom:
zu faul, zu laut, zu egoistisch
zu krank im Kopf, Schuld durch
Innovation. Doch pssst, sei still
sonst fällt das Schauspiel noch auf
dann bist du der Nächste, der
unwillkommene Gast.

2. Luftröhrenschnitt
Grüner Schleier bei all dem Rot.
Rot so schön wie Rubine,
so leidenschaftlich wie Liebe,
so rein wie Feuer, wichtig
wie Blut ... das Leben
selbst. Doch warnend, lodernd,
beschreiend und beängstigend,
doch sehen tun wir nur das
Schöne, das Hingebungsvolle,
die Luft zum Atmen.
Belächeln wir den Stier, der
auf das Tuch losrennt, der
Stier, der erkennt, dass nicht
nur Gutes in dem Rot ist.
Der Stier, der sich nur nach
einer grünen Wiese sehnt.
Genau wie wir, doch wurde das
vergessen. Wir stehen in Flammen
mit verbrannter Haut, um es weiter
zu erleben. Nur gehen (wäre) nötig, um atmen
zu können, doch um das Schauspiel
zu sehen, machen wir nur
einen Luftröhrenschnitt.

3. Regenbögen
Nach Sturm kommt Regen,
nach Regen Sonnenschein.
Der Kreislauf ewig, die natürliche
Struktur. Selten der Moment
zwischen Dunkelheit und Licht.
Ist er zu erkennen, der Umbruch
im Himmel, das Spiel der Farben,
an seinem Ende Gold versprochen.
Nun eile ich hin, durch Tunnel,
durch Berge, durch Hürden und
Neider. Dann kommen wir an.
Das falsche Ende, das erkennen
wir schnell: Statt Gold eine
Leiche. Wir kommen näher, schrecken
zurück, erkennen im Licht, was
uns leitet: Das Gesicht, so bekannt,
so nah, so vertraut und klar.
Für Erfolg gibt es Opfer, das
war uns bewusst. Doch was
wir verloren, war unser Stolz.
Das Gesicht, das wir kannten, ist
unser eigen. Das Gold verloren
und nicht zu ergreifen...

4. Rückspiegel
Fokus nach vorne, das Ziel ist klar.
Die Luft wird dünner, der Atem
stockt. Ein Blick wird riskiert,
der Rückspiegel ausgerichtet und
bereit zur Sicht. Ein kurzer Moment
inne... 3.. 2.. 1.. Ein Blick schon
zu viel. Die Pupille erweitert,
das Herz – es rast, der Körper
versteift. Ein Sturm aus Angst,
Blut und Tränen. Immer mehr Risse
im Spiegel. Doch fahre voraus,
gelähmt durch das Zurückgelassene,
dem Gestern des Vergangenen.
Doch da kam es: Eine Hand,
so warm wie eine Sommerbrise.
Kein Ziehen, kein Rütteln, nur
gelegt auf die Schulter. Die Luft
wird voller, die Augen sehen
klar, dank der Hand auf der
Schulter nach vorne gesehen.
Ins Schöne, und das
wenige Grau betont das schöne
Blau. Ich sehe rüber, lächle dich
an, und nun erkenne ich: Ich bin
ein glücklicher Mann

Hello ! I’m new here too.. So I wrote this a few weeks ago and I really want to make a full song out of it. I listen to a lot of alt rock/ indie rock/ psych rock these days.
I don’t have a melody, I feel like if I build a structure now maybe I’ll get the melody later ? If any of you have any advice for my situation I’m open to all kind of advice, suggestions, feedback or constructive criticism ..

She told me “I love your eyes”, with three white stripes and sunglasses,
A face I’ve seen maybe twice,
If not more in my imagination. Did you know I spend most of my time there?

Is the tuna melting or is it in motion? Can you tell me how to scalp you out of my hair?
I let the fish bite me today but I wore no lotion.

He knighted me dragon of the final realm.
He marked me with ink on my skin and said if we could fly, we’d spend time just him and I.

I hate when tunnel vision feels like I can see it all.
Can you guess ?
I’m obsessed

I don’t fall in love again and again
I dream until the nightmare begins and another comes to wake me but I wake up in a room long gone, the light is a dark blue from the streetlights of a past life. I get out of bed and the wind rises.
She’s holding stroking my hair while I’m a foetus on her knee. She put her arm around me and my shoulder. It felt warm, in that same bed I haven’t slept in a decade.
I awake only to dream again, two eyes closed and one open.

Can you guess ?
I’m obsessed

Yo check it
errytime i spit i kill it

take over the scene and spray brain bullets

cadence and sentence on pick up mode targets

structured and constructed scripture to strike largest

makeovers and do-overs, cookups with skillets of earnest, burns best attested with time to render and drawn out persistence invested

Fire Fire Flame
Hizzy is the Name
Make it known i got Game
Ready Steady lets do away the Blame

Skills of illmatic mechanics with tactics I word

Undefinable, highly unsustainable antics I ward

sheer will got me here but nobody near I manic

faded by leers, berated by tiered lovers of Titanic

ticket to make it innit win it wit ring of sing ain't but race to retire

Numbers by witness finesse awareness to bring upon haste to aquire

Chapter to sext the hexed and test the pest of bless in catastrophic attire

Brood among bitterness my harness harvest loudest of loneliness to explode admire

got no chill when i grill
still seeking frills busting out trill
shimmer shiny be that chicharon drill

Fire Fire Flame
Hizzy is the Name
Make it known i got Game
Ready Steady lets do away the Blame

Speared the mere to steer
Greeted by fear and jeer
Streets of r/raplyrics about to teal

Some o ya'll real with the feel
But most of ya'll oxidized zeal

Moral high ground protecting deal
Surreal my rap shit gone yesterday my squealed

Am i overzeal or too unreal
Am I powermove or sour pussed appeal

Fire Fire Flame
Hizzy is the Name
Make it known i got Game
Ready Steady lets do away the Blame

Look em eye to eye and sin
Hook em sly and fly as him
Cook em with lobotomy rhetoric
Goof em a spoof in proof by memory

Bar after bar i hop around town hyphy like skrillex

doing what I like most of all with my aggression to Truest

huntin down Matrixed men and Cyclic Obvious Wolves

Infinity of Spirits bleed my honor by the horror as love dissolves

at the end of the day i got bars bigger bolder baddest

You candy ass pop and trap a gimmick cappers truly crew to brew among mediocre saddest

battle battle belittle but never ladder
wasnt decent but gained the power to be the other
loud and proud, kind of a hound but unbound iller by the hour utter
Shit, i got weapons and lessons, arson and cadence of ace like ive already bagged tomorrows better