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Get Free (single from DigiPhenom)

by Desdamona

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Gotta get free, gotta get free (repeats) My hand is righteous - My heart is pure My tongue yearns to burn, uncurl I’m just a girl with grace ripped from under her feet Imperfect perfection of me - Riddled with the joke of disease They appease me by speaking of my gracious tendencies But they don’t know the rest of me They don’t know the truth of me The vivid refutation of my soul’s seduction Constructive deconstruction of the structure Punctures pure epiphanies – liberates & confuses me Raptured, captured and mastered past the faster Disasters that plaster broadcasters - virtual dream schemes I’ve been weaned from love --- Turned mean It’s become much too much for me to breath I am autumn so I leave traces of me on the breeze Sleeves of peace weave in the worst and best of me To leave slim slices of what I used to be Never realizing my capacity – these drafts of me Clones who seek to become the me they’ll never be I reach, stretching – difficulty Tearing limbs from me - Filling to the brim of me Never feeling free - What is this I seek? Complicated imagery – got my subconscious tweaked To the point where I can’t tell if I’m awake or sleep My insecurities – the wounds are steep Never wanted to fit it - I sneak around peaks of accepted, assimilated beings Trying to decipher what they might be seeing Blinded by the light and bleeding -Nature’s cure abandoned me Can’t find a way back to original being can’t find a way back to original me Time creeps slowly forward – faster There is no happily ever after It’s all a dream turned into disaster Attempt to master the cycle – circle inside me I realize ---- I see the dim light ---- Knowledge has kept me from being free And I gotta get free Gotta get free-Gotta get free (repeats) My hand is righteous - My heart is pure My tongue yearns to burn, uncurl I’m just a girl with grace ripped from under her feet Imperfect perfection of me - Riddled with the joke of disease They appease me by speaking of my gracious tendencies But they don’t know the rest of me They don’t know the truth of me
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released June 22, 2013

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