~My heart's torn like the rips in my black denim jeans

Jeans tight like the constrictions and pressures forced on me

But they say that pressure turns coal to diamonds.

They talkin' bout the ten dollar diamonds that used to dance on my ears?

The ones that almost got me disowned,

With accusations of queerness and criminality tossed left and right?

Yet I smile.

Drain out bad energy.

I chase my highs and drown out my lows and I smile my hardest.

I rage against all demons external and in,

Because liberation is a fucking mosh pit.~