Long Sleeves In The Summer

In the deep dark forest of sweden,

Where the kids are bleeding

For no obvious reason

Back up vocals tenor diamond

Bang the piano squeeze the beat out the drummer this

Ain't your average hiphop, it got no Keys to the hummer

No prostitutes, glocks that shoot it deals with the

Younger generation on medication to shut out the

Sleeping and hunger she needs the pain - her weary arms

Need to get number scarred so bad she's wearing long

Sleeves in the summer people wouldn't know what to say

So she feels she should cover the shame inflicted by

Livin in the greediest culture man, who wouldn't be

Disgusted by all the meat and the butter? you could say

She's reluctant to eat cus her mother it wouldn't be

The whole truth gotta dig deep in the under people fail

To realise what I speak on when I utter:

Generation after generation A

Are being sacrificed

Slaughtered on the altar

Of a massive lie

Play the piano for the innocent children growing up

Being bombarded with an image of women so sick and

Twisted and it's mirrored within them because we're

Celebrating death as the ideal way of living it's so

Backwards round here - man I ain't even kidclin' she's

Trapped in her body tryin to fly out from her prison

Too close to the sun quickly brought back to the harsh

Reality burned by the cold fire of this world's

Mentality father could you tell me why she's starvin

Herself please tell me why she's so hard on herself

She's walkin this earth wearin the scars of our hell

Carved in the flesh of her arms and what next? I don't

Know what good talkin will do and if puttm her pain in

A song will help, but I can't go on cus the words

Gettin blurred in front of my eyes as the teal's start

To burn this ain't a song it's a cry

For generations after generations that are being

Sacrificed I tell you slaughtered on the altar of a

Massive lie

Cus how you expect me to explain to my little sis when

She use her brain ain't no interest they pick her apart

Till all that remains is a clitoris media keep telling

Her to change to some bigger tits tellin' her to shut

Her mouth - paint - and to fix her lips but her smile's

A little strained while she slit her wrist because she

Hates what her belly is that's why we resist and can't

Get a bit of rest

Cus generation after generation are being sacrificed

Slaughtered on the altar of a massive lпe