2013 GC RD.4 Phroxen Vs. Mcjewfro(Mcjewfro Wins 3-0)

[Wonderbred]

Repressed Memories

Another day passes as I’m cursed to this cell
Eventually I’m sure that I’ll melt in this personal hell
Rest assured, just as well that I don’t get nervous and dwell
The more I think of horrid things the more it seems the Thorazine is worthless, can’t tell
But if they served it to help then it ain’t servin’ its purpose that well

I used to have a mum and daddy
We had our ups and downs, but all around a loving family
Sure, they got mad, but never treated me rough or badly
Till one day there struck a tragedy. I got up, did my hair
Pondered what to wear, not even aware of the consequent despair
But I fought for breath and air as I looked at the bottom of the stairs...

Time flies here, I can’t remember the days
Everything up to age ten’s been erased
I was cruisin’ through life until I fell on my face
Recallin’ home, I’m all alone, I have no friends in this place
I’m kept in a cage, yellin’ with rage at plain walls, yellowish-beige
What can a girl do? I was left to create a method to face all the death and the pain
Left in the wake, I invented some mates and pretended their names were Emma and Jane
My ever-questioning brain asked, "Can you tell I'm insane?"

I saw their bodies lifeless, started falling silent
I caught my breath, the cause of death seemed awfully violent
Started cryin’, never called the cops but I should prob’ly try it
Softly dialin’, I tried talking quiet but something was hurtin’ me
The line picked up, “911, what’s your emergency?”
“I was g-getting up for school...there’s a bloody pool...can you come and, um, hurry please?

I’m cryin’ still, they say that I might be ill
The bitch nurse feeds me big words and tiny pills
Even then I hear whiny shrills, my spine is filled with icy chills
They confine me till I block out the shit that they said
I’m sittin’ in bed as I listen, lament them as they tell me I’m sick in the head
You would be too if your parents’ throats had been slit and they bled till they ended up dead

The cops burst in my door, there was blood on my hands
Saw a government man, would’ve stood up as I ran
Except that I tripped, leapt as I slipped, too clumsy to stand
Had nothing else planned, and they brought me in for questionin’
They washed me up and wanted stuff like if I’d caught anyone enterin’,
The answer’s no, but any harshly written testament
From a sobbin’ little yellin’ kid who’s not even eleven yet, prob’ly isn’t relevant...

My heart is a mess, I’m partly depressed
Actin’ a victim, I have some condition that starts with an “S”
It’s not scarlet but yet it feels like it’s marked on my chest

I collapse in a panic. Who’d be sick enough to take lives?
They have the killer’s handprints imprinted on the steak knives...

Now I see their killer clear and feel woefully stupid
I turn away from the mirror, wishing the voice in my ear hadn’t told me to do it.

[Wonderbred]

Repressed Memories

Another day passes as I’m cursed to this cell
Eventually I’m sure that I’ll melt in this personal hell
Rest assured, just as well that I don’t get nervous and dwell
The more I think of horrid things the more it seems the Thorazine is worthless, can’t tell
But if they served it to help then it ain’t servin’ its purpose that well

I used to have a mum and daddy
We had our ups and downs, but all around a loving family
Sure, they got mad, but never treated me rough or badly
Till one day there struck a tragedy. I got up, did my hair
Pondered what to wear, not even aware of the consequent despair
But I fought for breath and air as I looked at the bottom of the stairs...

Time flies here, I can’t remember the days
Everything up to age ten’s been erased
I was cruisin’ through life until I fell on my face
Recallin’ home, I’m all alone, I have no friends in this place
I’m kept in a cage, yellin’ with rage at plain walls, yellowish-beige
What can a girl do? I was left to create a method to face all the death and the pain
Left in the wake, I invented some mates and pretended their names were Emma and Jane
My ever-questioning brain asked, "Can you tell I'm insane?"

I saw their bodies lifeless, started falling silent
I caught my breath, the cause of death seemed awfully violent
Started cryin’, never called the cops but I should prob’ly try it
Softly dialin’, I tried talking quiet but something was hurtin’ me
The line picked up, “911, what’s your emergency?”
“I was g-getting up for school...there’s a bloody pool...can you come and, um, hurry please?

I’m cryin’ still, they say that I might be ill
The bitch nurse feeds me big words and tiny pills
Even then I hear whiny shrills, my spine is filled with icy chills
They confine me till I block out the shit that they said
I’m sittin’ in bed as I listen, lament them as they tell me I’m sick in the head
You would be too if your parents’ throats had been slit and they bled till they ended up dead

The cops burst in my door, there was blood on my hands
Saw a government man, would’ve stood up as I ran
Except that I tripped, leapt as I slipped, too clumsy to stand
Had nothing else planned, and they brought me in for questionin’
They washed me up and wanted stuff like if I’d caught anyone enterin’,
The answer’s no, but any harshly written testament
From a sobbin’ little yellin’ kid who’s not even eleven yet, prob’ly isn’t relevant...

My heart is a mess, I’m partly depressed
Actin’ a victim, I have some condition that starts with an “S”
It’s not scarlet but yet it feels like it’s marked on my chest

I collapse in a panic. Who’d be sick enough to take lives?
They have the killer’s handprints imprinted on the steak knives...

Now I see their killer clear and feel woefully stupid
I turn away from the mirror, wishing the voice in my ear hadn’t told me to do it.