Dysphoric Warrior Lyrics

I'm alive and I'm back

Healed up and finally found my aura intact

New body living god damn who's that

I came a long way from the monster in the glass

The machete in the grass, I was hurting so bad

I really didn't think we'd ever make it through that

Without the music would have been some ash in a bag

Dropped down and cried when I found my voice, fact

Tell my own story that's what I do best

A moment of reflection

The first dysphoric warrior heavy with heart I'm stepping

Played with margins of death indefinite mad effort

Didn't plan to see thirty, who knew this would get better

Skeptical origin story distorted through spectacles

My record signifies abuse of queer folks it's unacceptable

The reason that my voice sound so different because it is

And the fact that I can speak this coded language is a win

Newly level headed, negative energy minus past

Only absorb positive energy, plus I'm new to that

Had a skewed mind that added filter blue of hue attached

Boo hoo was sad until I faced truth too was bad

Keep going despite all the older yous

Everyday we breaking cycles that free us from former moves

I take the ink to the pen and I write my intrusive truths

The only one that can uncover your power is you!

I'm alive and I'm back

Healed up and finally found my aura intact

New body living god damn who's that

I came a long way from the monster in the glass

The machete in the grass, I was hurting so bad

I really didn't think we'd ever make it through that

Without the music would have been some ash in a bag

Dropped down and cried when I found my voice, fact

Tell my own story that's what I do best

It's a funny thing

How powerful our thoughts can be

To manifest reality

Life faster than a movie scene

I'd rather be hated for truth, than loved for things they want from me

I faced the after life, but never saw this life in front me

That's something ain't it

When beauty surpasses the image painted

Everybody changes I'm the poster child arrangement

Pop up like once a decade I'm buzzing like a cicada

I want to be heard but don't want to be seen now, maybe later

It's hard to describe but I don't look like how I feel

And despite the inner aura people judge me from the peel

Like you have to be real, but you can't be real

And if you're real, then it's fake, because it ain't how I feel

Some say it's path of greatness, others will stay debating

Your inner critic diminishes, witness the soul embrace it

Lift it up with progression astonishing what we've been through

Release the pain into session for growth and never regression

I'm alive and I'm back

Healed up and finally found my aura intact

New body living god damn who's that

I came a long way from the monster in the glass

The machete in the grass, I was hurting so bad

I really didn't think we'd ever make it through that

Without the music would have been some ash in a bag

Dropped down and cried when I found my voice, fact

Tell my own story that's what I do best