Initiation

Lyrics

You've seen a face that can remain unfazed While being put in her place She must be custom made for you What can she do? From a young age was made to feel ashamed Of many dreams she dreamed And so she gave away the view I'm made for you Every time you yell, when you point and shout Every time you tell me what it's all about I get deja vu to a life lived through The eyes of another When you live in fеar long enough you hear Subtle warning signs coming through loud and clеar So you disappear into the well worn gears Of a life undercover I've been abused so I'm used to it Used to taking it 'Stead of breaking down I just get nondescript And to avoid conflict I don't react, I don't talk back, no matter what the cue Avert my eyes and muffle sighs Just visualise you're through I was made for you She says okay 'bout 50 times a day Guess that's the price you pay If you want to maintain the peace She's well policed Then walks on eggs as every morsel begs And finds herself with dregs This is a famine not a feast To say the least Every time you jeer, when you laugh out loud When you tell me you are anything but proud I can hear the sound of the jeering crowd Hound you on for another When you land the punch with a sickening crunch And a hush settles over the peanut munchers Seeing you flush as you feel the rush Of a thug unrecovered I've been accused so I'm used to it Used to just faking it 'Stead of flipping out I just look drab and whipped And just get on with it I don't respond, I can't come on, no matter what you do Desensitised, I muffle cries Just visualise you're through I was made for you We've turned a page At least that's what we say We're gonna make our way Out of this crazy maze we drew She's sorry too Thing's gotta change I'll let you out your cage We can escape our fates And pave a different avenue This time it's true Then you slam that boot with a grand salute And the pain blooms brighter than a hoop-dee-doo I recall the brute force that called galoot Hauling off for another It's a real meet cute when you point to shoot Fool brooding down the barrel of the bullet shoot Got no therapeutic effect can mute it Or run duck and cover I've been amused so I'm used to it Used to getting over it Part of giving up is when you're giving in And to forgive again I don't fight back, I can't relax, no matter what is said Just close my eyes and hold my sides And visualise you're dead I was made for this I was made for this