Flesh and Condemnation

I wake up and the mirror reflects a stranger back at me
Free they say but freedom is what fucked me up
They threw me into this world with no manual, no direction
Existence before essence but essence is humiliation

I didn't choose to be born here
I didn't choose this pain
But they hold me accountable for every choice
As if I were the master
Of a fate that crushes me
That uses me
That makes me disappear

Condemned to be free
And freedom is hungry
Flesh
Condemnation
Flesh and condemnation
That's all they gave me
Flesh and condemnation

The others made me
Free to starve to death
Free to keep quiet
Flesh and condemnation
This won't erase me

Hell isn't fire
It's a line
It's hunger
It's despair
It's the gaze that pierces me
And turns me into a cockroach
It's the bad faith of those above
Pretending not to see
The misery I carry
That they themselves gave me

Nausea isn't weakness
It's clarity that corrodes
Knowing that the system chews
Spits out, and destroys

I won't pretend anymore
I won't back down
I won't swallow this poison
My wound is a flag

Flesh
Condemnation
Flesh and condemnation
That's all they've given me
Flesh and condemnation

The others made me this way
Free to starve to death
Free to keep quiet
Flesh and condemnation
This won't erase me

Sartre said I make myself
But they tear me apart
That I'm free to choose
Free to watch my son die?
That hell is other people
It's you
It's everyone else

That existence precedes everything
So why do I exist silent?
I am not discarded flesh
I am not trash
I am nothing
I am not what you made me

I am the rage
That you created
I am the rage
That you created
I am the rage
And I won't keep quiet anymore