And I Think That Movement Is A Weapon
Gabriel Duncan

Waiting for the wait, for the wait, for the plane.
I disappeared last night,
Never to return again.
It was bound to happen.
There's no one else to blame.
I met a man from Venus;
He'll go back to Pluto just the same.
 
I found myself on a dirt road in Benton .
Now I think that movement is a weapon.
Stopped in again to shed some skin with my kin.
I knew I would stay the minute I stepped in.
Now I think that movement is a weapon.
 
Adoption, adoption,
It's the key word.
Fuck what you're thinking.
And fuck what you've heard.
 
How can I tell you what it's like to be abandoned?
How much I hate the life that I've been handed?
I didn't plan it.
I didn't demand it.
But here you are telling me that I take it for granted.
How can you tell me about luck?
How can you tell me to be happy with my stuff?
 
How can I tell you about being a blank slate?
They scattered my pieces.
And the wind blew the rest away.
 
How can I tell you about,
Wondering what I did that made my mom run out?
Why do you think money means anything?
Money can't buy back the pieces that I'm missing.
 
What if she knew that I'd be bad?
Is that why she gave me to mom and dad?
It's too deep to keep, but too hurtful to discuss.
How many times has this shit kept you up?
 
What if she knew I would turn out wrong?
Is that why I was sold, to be a part of the throng?
That's the kind of shit that haunts me everyday.
They scattered my pieces,
And blew the rest away.
 
This cut's too deep, so sorry if I get defensive
 
Defensive,
Demented,
Twisted dreams in my sleep.
The wolves gave me up,
To live with the sheep.
And now I wake up crying,
Cold sweat and dripping sheets.
The wolves gave me up,
To sleep with the sheep.
 
But if I sold out,
Would that be wrong?
If I disregard my blood,
And say that I was white all along?
If I forget my language,
With this deficit be less?
Will it make us strong?
Or will it make me selfish?
 
And now I think that movement is a weapon.
I found myself on a dirt road in Benton .
 
Now I think that movement is a weapon.
The wolves gave me up to live with sheep.
 
And now I think that movement is a weapon.
They scattered my pieces and blew the rest away.
 
Now I think that movement is a weapon.
Adoption, adoption, there's nothing else to say.
 
Now I think that movement is a weapon.
Adoption, adoption, there's nothing else to say.
 
Now I think that movement is a weapon.
Adoption, adoption, there's nothing else to say.