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imagine your body is a kingdom, a city, a government
and you were told it would be beautiful
it would be magnificent, it would fit perfectly
it would be perfect, and it isn't, you were lied to
everything is brilliant at first, then
you look a little closer, see the cracks
that are only getting bigger, imagine you are a dystopia
a dictatorship, your body is a communist and
you're not allowed to leave, slander it, or make any changes

i have taught myself not to listen to my voice
when it comes tumbling out my mouth
because i will never like how it sounds
it will never sit right in my ears, so yeah
maybe sometimes i say stupid things
maybe sometimes i talk too much
but my voice is not my own, and you can't imagine
what that feels like, you can't imagine
the coping methods i have spent years perfecting

you cannot escape from your own voice, believe me, i have tried
it's not like your body, you can't avoid mirrors
you have three options at your disposal: cut your vocal chords,
smash your ear drums, or grin and bare it
i have come so close to ripping at my throat
with a carving knife some nights, maybe then it'll sound right
maybe then i won't hear myself talking and marvel at my own words
because i don't recognise my voice, even when
it's still tumbling out of my own mouth, maybe then
i'll feel comfortable doing anything other than covering my mouth

imagine your voice has been replaced by a stranger's
whilst you were sleeping, imagine how wrong it feels
now live like that. now like the entirety of your life like that.

Description
imagine your body is a kingdom, a city, a government
and you were told it would be beautiful
it would be magnificent, it would fit perfectly
it would be perfect, and it isn't, you were lied to
everything is brilliant at first, then
you look a little closer, see the cracks
that are only getting bigger, imagine you are a dystopia
a dictatorship, your body is a communist and
you're not allowed to leave, slander it, or make any changes

i have taught myself not to listen to my voice
when it comes tumbling out my mouth
because i will never like how it sounds
it will never sit right in my ears, so yeah
maybe sometimes i say stupid things
maybe sometimes i talk too much
but my voice is not my own, and you can't imagine
what that feels like, you can't imagine
the coping methods i have spent years perfecting

you cannot escape from your own voice, believe me, i have tried
it's not like your body, you can't avoid mirrors
you have three options at your disposal: cut your vocal chords,
smash your ear drums, or grin and bare it
i have come so close to ripping at my throat
with a carving knife some nights, maybe then it'll sound right
maybe then i won't hear myself talking and marvel at my own words
because i don't recognise my voice, even when
it's still tumbling out of my own mouth, maybe then
i'll feel comfortable doing anything other than covering my mouth

imagine your voice has been replaced by a stranger's
whilst you were sleeping, imagine how wrong it feels
now live like that. now like the entirety of your life like that.