we move

t r e y .

"lyric
lyric"

Francis.

It means he's a free man.

And yet he's found himself in a cycle of bondage his entire life. When he was a child, shackles bound him to a broken home. A father who was married to a gun but not his mother. A mother who wanted to watch the world melt behind a chemical storm before her eyes. He remembers - small feet stepping over pipes and broken glass to find her slumped on the sofa in front of the television. He learned quickly not to shake her, it was better to let her ride it out.

He'd sneak out and play with the other kids. It gave him the illusion of freedom. The freedom to laugh with everyone else whose parents didn't give a shit. The freedom to trip over and scrape his knee until he learned to laugh it off. The freedom to sneak into abandoned buildings and swear as loud as possible because it was funny when their voices echoed.

But every day he went home and he was shackled by his foot all over again. He would step over discarded pipes on his way to the dinner table, then step back over them when he went to his room. He'd crawl underneath his blankets, wrapping himself tight because the house was cold.

Wake up. Go to school. Repeat.

k e m a l i .

"lyric
lyric"

Francis.

It means he's a free man.

And yet he's found himself in a cycle of bondage his entire life. When he was a child, shackles bound him to a broken home. A father who was married to a gun but not his mother. A mother who wanted to watch the world melt behind a chemical storm before her eyes. He remembers - small feet stepping over pipes and broken glass to find her slumped on the sofa in front of the television. He learned quickly not to shake her, it was better to let her ride it out.

He'd sneak out and play with the other kids. It gave him the illusion of freedom. The freedom to laugh with everyone else whose parents didn't give a shit. The freedom to trip over and scrape his knee until he learned to laugh it off. The freedom to sneak into abandoned buildings and swear as loud as possible because it was funny when their voices echoed.

But every day he went home and he was shackled by his foot all over again. He would step over discarded pipes on his way to the dinner table, then step back over them when he went to his room. He'd crawl underneath his blankets, wrapping himself tight because the house was cold.

Wake up. Go to school. Repeat.