There are many reasons for my silence. They have changed over time, as I have collected and carried these secrets. β¨I want to say now the largest of these reasons is the desire to move on, for how can we heal from the past if it falling out of our mouths? β¨But this is a lie, you can never heal from the past if it hauntingly remains inside of you. The real largest reason of all is fear.
Now that all I fought for is lost, my biggest fear is that I will never be ok. Some kind of justice must come to fruition.
I want to say Iβm sorry to all of you who were there, wanting to help and not knowing. Thank you for persistently asking me if Iβm ok, asking how Iβm doing, and asking more specific questions if you were bold enough. Iβm sorry for my uncountable bold faced lies, βIβm good, Iβm okββ¨Iβm sorry I never reached out, Iβm sorry I never told you, Iβm sorry for all of my half truths, parts left out, and Iβm deeply sorry that I cannot speak these words face to face.
I never want to upset anybody, I never want to be the cause of negative thoughts and feelings. There are too many of those in this world as it is.β¨This is very negative and very upsetting thing to talk about and thing for people to hear. It is time for my silence to end. The story is spreading and it is no longer my own to bear.β¨It hasnβt been for awhile now, it made itβs way into the world a little over a year ago when his violence moved from me unto our vehicle and itβs contents which belonged to four of usβ¦. was that the first time it was obvious to others? Iβm unsure of details, I cannot keep every incidence separate or straight. β¨But I am sure of all the broken promises made to us in the following days, a permanent reminder scratched into my skin in a new jersey hotel room.
The last of these a promise of privacy, one of your request, one broken publicly. I saw it last night, words echoing in my ears, and Iβve been thinking of what to do all day. Where does one start? The above paragraphs as a type of preface and the following response should do.
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Let me begin by congratulating you on the most aptly named release to date. You should in no way, shape or form feel safe.
You think the personal hell you caused and put yourself through is worse than anything that can be done unto you??β¨That sentiment isnβt going to keep anything away from you or protect you anymore. No one feels sorry for you.
If you are writing lyrics to help people and hope someone may be able to relate perhaps you should be clear in who your target audience is, for only a certain kind of person can relate to your specific brand of personal suffering. Adulterous, manipulators, perverse and predatory sexual molesters, anger ridden abusers, purveyors of violence against women, liers and rapists, to name a few.
I was not your girlfriend of seven years. It was six. April 20th of 2007 to May 29th of 2013. Six years, one month, nine days.
βWe split up and tried to stay in the band together.ββ¨We tried? I tried. I believed you could grow, that with the evolution of our relationship and the separation we needed you could seek the personal help or mental illness and anger management issues you so sorely needed. And though I couldnβt be there like you wished I could be I was still there as a friend and bandmate to help you through, even after all you had done to me. I felt you were like a brother, like family. I believed we could make it through. A belief I stupidly clung to and a position I should have never, ever put myself into.
It went so much more worse than I ever possibly imagined.
There is some truth you speak here, you were out of control, you were out of line. Yet you did nothing to try to regain it, and threw yourself into your own demise.
I had to leave the band. It was a hard decision, but only because I had invested so much. Iβm stubborn, Iβm a capricorn, I do not easily walk away.
Though, once you get the gumption, itβs surprisingly easy to walk away from someone who is terribly mistreating you.
WE WERE NOT FRIENDS.
You were never my friend. You have made that very, very clear. Seeing as I couldnβt be in your band and you couldnβt be in my presence without continuously sexually objectifying me and forcing yourself upon me whenever an opportunity presented itself.
the mental and physical torment is something Iβm not sure Iβll ever fully recover from.
βThis isnβt a breakup record β¦ wishing things were different β¦ figuring out where things are wrong in life and becoming a better person β¦this is the most pissed off record but most of it is directed at myself β¦inward, almost a self loathing.β
Good. I hope looking at yourself in the mirror every day, seeing your reflection and knowing what you have done makes yourself fucking sick.
We can wish things were different all we want, scream it to the rooftops. Believe me, I wish it never happened too. but you canβt wish it away, and that sentiment gets you nowhere.
β¨I hope youβre finally on your way to βbecoming a better personβ because your desire for that is what bought my silence and your freedom. (not the $5.000 you owed me or all your threats) β¨You are lucky you were able to make this record, to have this freeing experience of putting everything to tape. You should be thankful every single fucking day, because these songs should have been written from your prison cell.
Thanks for the broken ribs, the cage which protects my heart and lungs forever damaged. something time will never heal, pain I will never be free from.β¨One of the many things you should carry a sentence for.
βIt was a painful writting processβ
Why, because you had to remember all those other holes you put your dick into and know it finally closed off the opening to your favorite one? Because you had to remember what it was like to see the person giving you shelter and feeding you laid out from the concussion you just gave them from hitting them over the head with about twenty pounds of vinyl? Because you remember how awkward it was when our drummer started asking questions about where the giant bruises on my thighs came from during the summer time? Are some of those things painful to recall?
The story on the record, you hope people can get something out of it? β¨What exactly is this story you are telling, what exactly is it you hope people take away from it?
As for your mother being the first person other than you to receive writing credits, this is another lie. βBalance of Terrorβ has words written by Ryan and I, and a quote from the late Bill Hicks. Though itβs a small contribution, along with those words and some stolen riffs, you can again fuck right off. Yet another example of your delusion and your manipulation of truth.
βI had to move back to Ohio and watch the life I built for seven years fall apart β¦ββ¨You mean the life I built for us? Like it just magically crumbled all on itβs own? You tore it apart and I held it together. There is a reason I stayed, it was my life, not ours. You were nothing but a parasite in the end. Playing in your band no where near worth the personal suffering I endured.
At least you were focused on this new recording while you wrote the songs as a record.
Wait.
Most of these songs were written while still in Milwaukee. from what Iβve heard the demo versions are far better, no offense Greg.
Your proudest moments on record is the story of living in your own personal hell because I finally left after years of manipulation, emotional, physical, and sexual abuse?
This is enough for me for now.
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