I have become cumbersome

Cumbersome
Seven Mary Three
She calls me Goliath and I wear the David mask
I guess the stones are coming too fast for her now
You know I’d like to believe this nervousness will pass
All the stones that are thrown are building up a wall
I have become cumbersome to this world
I have become cumbersome to my girl
boy with open daguerreotypes in his lap. As creepy as this looks, this isn’t a post mortem... but very likely a memorial photo
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I’d like to believe we could reconcile the past
Resurrect those bridges with an ancient glance
But my old stone face can’t seem to bring her down
She remembers bridges, burns them to the ground
I have become cumbersome to this world
I have become cumbersome to my girl
Too heavy too light, too black or too white, too wrong or too right, today or
Tonight
Cumbersome
Too rich or too poor, she’s wanting me less and I’m wanting her more
The bitter taste is cumbersome
There is a balance between two worlds
One with an arrow and a cross
Regardless of the balance life has become
Cumbersome
Too heavy too light, too black or too white, too wrong or too right, today or
Tonight
Cumbersome
Too rich or too poor, she’s wanting me less and I’m wanting her more
The bitter taste is cumbersome
No, yeah I know now, know
Know now, know yeah
Your life has become cumbersome
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Jason Pollock / Jason Ross
Cumbersome lyrics © BMG Rights Management

Seven of Nine’s Lament

Annika Hansen as Seven of Nine
Derivative of: http://www.startrek.com/article/star-trek-101-seven-of-nine

Voices of the hive
Crimes from my past

Stare at my markings
I was only six
Ravished and assimilated

Now do it again
With your mess hall talk
Your voices and my solitude
I’m not contagious!
All of you, so normal

And my son had to die.

A human child
I was only six
Raped of self

Now do it again
With your mess hall games
Dialog is broken
You fear me
All of you, so normal

And my son had to die.

Crew at the mess hall:
You cancel my humanity
Yet granting guilt, shame, and remorse
I am alone and dreaming aliens
But you are erratic. Conflicted.
What are your intentions?
My humanity is lost.
I don’t wear your uniform. I have no quarters.
I have no lover.
And My Son had to die.

madness

speeding racing
healing waiting
kneeling praying
sea is raging

given purpose
but still nervous
vision circus
with alertness