Outre Tombe

Bring me back to the rhythm

The beat of my heart as an anthem

I’m calling out every part of the problem

To disappear, run through my veins and then out through my tears

Rising up as a woman

Is deeply entangled to the movement

A need for meditation

I tried to mend through the body

The biggest source of life

that makes us what we try to be daily

And when i get this feeling of despair

Like a black hole, sucking everything I’m unaware

My hands tremble, legs don’t function

Just like a kid that can’t do nothing

where was this woman I thought I saw

I don’t want to lay there on the floor

Who was this woman I think I saw,

i’de say, she don’t want to change

I’m writing a hook as I can, naturally

The sensations I look for that reside in me

I take notes on the paper

Carve names when i suffer

Black ink on the cover

Past lives seem to push down on my shoulders

Like a vast knife punctures through and I feel paralysed

An outcast in the family realm

As I carry the name

I can never have them understand

And when I get this feeling, I hurt

Shift my attention to get rid of all the dirt

I rise from the ashes, make rhymes, take my chances

Fire up the soul with some matches

I was this woman I thought I saw

I don’t want to lay there on the floor
Who was this woman I think I saw,
I’d say she don’t want to change