Propaganda - Framed Stretch Marks lyrics

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[Intro:]

Dimelo!

Eres mi alma!

Siempre!

If I could I’d frame you stretch marks

You only get them two ways

Giving birth or dropping weight,

Either way, serious pain.

She is my pride, my bride

But before her vato my pride was my bride.

The pitch of endurance, gave birth to a miracle

In lines of memorial, freedom from the torture

And pounds you put on with the defense mechanism

Like maybe if I was ugly, then he would stop touching me.

If you endure the tease on a fat girl on a track team and kept running

Huh, you’re tuned down to ridicule and every calorie burn

A cause for celebration,

Them lines of victory laprse, eternal gold medals.

When I see ‘em, I’m reminded of the freedom, I’m so proud of you

How can I ever question the strength and ever doubt you?

And your struggles inspire, it’s physical literature

But the pain who gave life with the scars

To prove it, if I could, I’d frame them.

Hook:

It isn’t love if doesn’t hurt

If you don’t feel it, then it doesn’t work!

The pain removes the scales, pulls back the veil,

The bruises in the blood will always tell the tale

Of the grace of grief, the beauty of brokenness,

The peace of pain, the hope of hopelessness,

The ease of emotion, the frame for the feelings,

The scars and stretch marks, the proof of God’s healing.

Yeah, the birth pains have changed,

Stretched to the limits, stretched marks from giving birth

To the death of a cynic and cinematic.

My emotions like motion pictures imagine

A world with no beauty in it, all I see is the negative,

Undeveloped negatives, nothing worth framing in my frame of mind

It’s like an empty gallery with white painted walls.

All the flaws are hitting, I just wanna adjust my focus

Cause all I ever noticed is the thrones on the roses.

And it’s moments like this when my hope is misguided

And I’m looking for perfection in a place I can’t find it.

My body bears the marks of missing the mark daily

The only hope I hope is knowing that my God will never fail me.

Even though I fall short and that’s no told tale

Now I drive my point home with that new car smell.

I see beauty in the scars, like colors in a collage

The greatest love gave me life through his death on the cross, yeah!

Hook: (x2)

It isn’t love if doesn’t hurt

If you don’t feel it, then it doesn’t work!

The pain removes the scales, pulls back the veil,

The bruises in the blood will always tell the tale

Of the grace of grief, the beauty of brokenness,

The piece of pain, the hope of hopelessness,

The ease of emotion, the frame for the feelings,

The scars and stretch marks are the proof of God’s healing.

Thanks to Chichi for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Lemon for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Yudo for correcting these lyrics