Ugh, life's been so busy that I didn't even realize I hadn't uploaded this track on here yet! It came out back in the middle of October ;.=.;

Anyways, this song is about learning to stand up for yourself - w/ help from someone who can do that already! O:

I play most of the instruments on this track and sing. Drums were done by a non-furry friend of mine I've known since high school! ^^

Artwork done by RisinSinginBelievin off Tele!

Lyrics:

Now is the time to swat off those flies
They feast on thoughts - please brush them off
Because they dine on all your good times
To try to bring you down to their level

Believing lies they tell
Disheveled, but still

You still stand up, shoulders broad
Can't be shot down - an iron rod
Worried but fearless, your lips then spit
With your golden tongue helping your wit

Don't let 'em stop you from being yourself
I'm happy and applaud you for how you can
I wanna fill in your shoes - I despise where I stand
I'm somewhere inbetween a boy and man

Pushing forward for some luck
I find myself often stuck
Throwing apples and oranges between other's lives
Finding out I'm just a fruit that just doesn't jive

That's just the way I feel - Often piled under a lot
Shooting myself down as a sod
Worried and fearful, I grind my teeth
Wishing I could go back to sleep

Letting the flies consume my eyes
Seeing nothing, I start to realize


Now is the time to mold my own
Similar to your own fold
I've needed to speak my own mind
Similar to the way you

Grind that golden tongue
So let me come;
Please help me fix the way I feel

And bring your zeal
I'll take some if you share
Here's the deal
I am someone who does care
I will heal
Some of your pain and despair


Just help me stand up, with shoulders broad
Can't be shot down as an iron rod
With your guidance, I'll let my lips spit
With your golden tongue helping my wit

Don't let 'em stop you from being yourself
I'm happy and applaud you for how you can
Over time I'll realize, that I'd rather live amongst
Us freaks, than hide in my covers, glued to the sheets

But the way I feel - Is often piled under a lot
I'm shooting myself down as a sod
Worried and fearful, I'll grind my eyes
And let my mind dance away from those flies

So the way I feel
Has no patience for any of their lies
Like an iron rod, I will stand tall
Moving towards molding a golden tongue
To help push the words out, that are trapped in my lungs

Yeah! Then the way I feel...
Will be real