4 July / 12:03 AM

School's hit me hard. Did quite well on my tests considering that I wasn't expecting much. Now the projects will start taking it's toll. Just waiting for the shit to hit the fan and the bodies to fall by the wayside.

I've been toying around with a couple of lyrical ideas lately. And a riff, but that needs a lot of improvement. Still too simple.

Back to the lyrics. I wanted to write something not based purely on emotions nor do I want to write another political poem. Then the other day I got hit with this idea. Fadhil said something about decorating one's self. That got me thinking. We live in a world bound to the concept of beauty not in its purest nature. Instead it is bound by status quo and an ever evolving "universal standard". A standard created based on the pressures of the "real" world. A standard that just creates more untruths than truths.

Thus the term cosmetic was born. Cosmetic: used or done superficially to make something look better, more attractive, or more impressive.

Following that, there has always been a quest to attain beauty through the cosmetic. With some going as far as to mutilate themselves. This also causes delusions about beauty and one's own appearance and how they appear to themselves. This can be so extreme to the point that the shadow seems detached from what was real. I wanted to represent this paranoia or delusion in a lyrical form. Of one who sees nothing positive about themselves even after change.

It's still a bit raw in terms of connecting part to part. I wrote in a blaze of inspiration without any pre-meditation so that could be a reason why certain parts make no sense. As for lyrical parts, why don't you try guessing...

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Unpretty (Unedited and Raw)


You see scars in place of a masterpiece
You blame yourself for what is real
But there is no place for reality
In your head, the scars never heal


The sights not what it used to be
No longer is there sweet sincerity
The scars you had have never been
Misguided you are, unpretty


A piece of art will never be
Unless it's artist deems it done
Not you, it'll never end
Unfinished 'til dreams and reality become one


Your life not what it used to be
Your shadow's not you nor is he
Your canvas will never dry
Til the end you'll be, unpretty


You don't even recognize yourself
The mirror cracks with your face full of lies
Reflections of a person not what used to be


In self-torment you'll scream...


The time's not what it will ever be
With time grows more dishonesty
With lies comes the end
The end of beauty, unpretty

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Anyone is free to add their opinion be it to the subject matter or to the lyrics themselves. It's a free country and the freedom was never meant to be pretty.