We The Crowd

The counselor said you were ok
Beyond measure of his experience
So you went to the bar to celebrate healing
But hid your sorrows still in shots filled with bliss

Reconsider the pain divided by lies, truth, and shame
Hidden so much with your lying words
And with your brilliant butterfly tattoos painted
To hide the scares he crafted in the darkness
So none of us should ever find out your pain
I hope that soon you remember
That this feeling runs rampant among us

Wake up to find yourself
Not hidden but bright and brilliantly loved
Here in the vast openness of this damaged crowd
Know the love hidden by therapists
Paid off by parents who claim to know best
And for all intentions have their own blessed wishes
To hide their crimes of ignorance and abuse towards us
The open to truth but oh so damaged crowd

Brace yourself for a future without us
As we sink together into traumatic bliss
The feelings and knowledge of love
Found in truthfulness
A right belonging to everyone
Even yourselves

She hid away behind the bottle
To hide her shame of her husbands crimes
At night he left her alone to find you
And then he claimed again and again
Your body's innocence
He pillaged your mind
And forever bent your spine

Wake up to find yourself
No longer hidden but bright and brilliantly loved
Here in the vast openness of this damaged crowd
Standing together forever as one by one we fall
Grab our arms to find hope amongst us
The accepting and yet damaged crowd

Come lets rewind time
To find yourself in the future
Where his past is truth gone by
Spoken to redeem your soul
Now find yourself amongst us all
Here in the oh so damaged crowd

We've got so much in common
Such a fucking damaged crowd
Welcome to the love we've together found
In the bliss of pain and sufferings
You paid off therapists can't help us now
We've all found one another
Amongst the family we made
In this fucked up damaged crowd

Once long ago David was changed
By a father who claimed to know best
Put his son's life on trial to live up to his future plans
When David struggled with depression and hid the truth
Of how good he really was at being an artist
He was pushed farther until he fell
Now he's one of us here accepted unlike by his father
By us all here amongst the fucked up damaged crowd

Wake up to find yourself
No longer hidden but bright and brilliantly loved
Here in the vast openness of this damaged crowd
Standing together forever as one by one we fall
Grab our arms to find hope amongst us
The accepting and yet damaged crowd