Humanity and Humility

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A tessera (plural: tesserae, diminutive tessella) is an individual tile, usually formed in the shape of a square, used in creating a mosaic. It is also known as an abaciscus or abaculus. more »

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I'm a little shy about what is in my brain
So if you open up my mind you'd label me insane
I won't reveal the real deal, you're safer over there
You never want to know what's underneath my hair
It's the stares of the outside, peering of that evil
You'd look at my demons and say those are other people
But if you slip for a second into my skin and bones
You'd understand the feeling that I'm not alone
It hits home the names around "sociopath"
When nobody sticks around for the aftermath
Past the masses with the glass and I'm sitting with myself
But the echoes ricochet off the figure of something else
This is the truth, the subject loses from misuse
Sure, I'm a little bent but let's look at the true issue
You're motivated to confine us to this place
But our dreams continue to lie in space

I'm pleading you to recognize that the beating
Inside others' chest is not subject to bleeding
We're made from the same thing, so why tear it up?
Intimate strangers, don't estrange this, I've had enough
Life is rough some days I just barely get by
So when you pass a stranger, you two lock eyes
Understand the components of your soul are equal
Stop the violence we're all just other people

A piece of that evil inside of me's lethal
My heart wants no part in this life's lesser sequel
I wanted to run again, existence's become a sin
I grew up thinking that all eyes were on me, well
My body is sore
But let's try this once more
My name is to blame but there's no shame in fame
When you've given your all to this sick game we play
Look, I'm not here to tell you about my depression
The fact that I had one is my deepest confession
But we all sink to places where we don't know who shows
Promises of highs or promises of lows
Don't hold guns against each others' heads
Pull the trigger and it's clear a part of you is dead
It's our specks of our soul that shimmer in others
If we saw similarity we would not take cover

​I'm pleading you to recognize that the beating
Inside others' chest is not subject to bleeding
We're made of the same thing, so why tear it up?
Intimate strangers, don't estrange this, I've had enough
Life is rough some days I just barely get by
So when you pass a stranger, you two lock eyes
Understand the components of your soul are equal
Stop the violence we're all just other people

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