A song about how Dirge felt trapped by her social phobia inside the house
Vocals & Lyrics : DirgeK
Music : Paul Corr
Mastering : Fred E Jam
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Letterbox © Dirge K 2004
Don’t grant me no amnesty
I don’t need saving in the least
I’m weighted down
clamping myself untethered to the seat
what it feels like,
feels like to be
damn near trapped inside a letterbox for me
what it feels like,
feels like to be
dealt the words my daddy said, my daddy said to me
Your consternation baits me,
Baby,
It’s got my raw head aching.
Aching,
iron me out
like a hotpress
no point in looking at reality
what it feels like,
feels like to be
damn near trapped inside a letterbox for me
what it feels like,
feels like to be
dealt the words my daddy, my daddy said to me
People, people, people,
They don’t know what my daddy said
They don’t know what my daddy said
Don’t grant me no amnesty
I don’t need saving in the least
I’m certain now
can’t countenance you giving me the burden of release
iron me out
imprint upon me
what it feels like,
feels like to be
damn near trapped inside a letterbox for me
what it feels like,
feels like to be
dealt the words my daddy said, my daddy said to me
People, people, people,
don’t know what my daddy said
they don’t know, they don’t know, what my daddy said
Count me out
Chalk me up when you do the body count
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