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Generations of Sleep - Imagine Bunny 幻想邦尼
Stupid mama
And stupid mama's mama too
A tired old madness passed down as that's just what we do
You raise three grown boys like babies in a crib
90 years old, still feeding them what you never taught to live
And a daughter
Always punished, always wrong
Your husband's voice was thunder so she learned to be your storm
She wears soft like makeup but it's armor with a grin
Quiet hands in daylight, sharper knives within
Who said only giants break a home?
A hollow heart can wreck a room
A drowning soul will grab your throat and call it love
And pull you down too
This is generational sleep
Generational shame
Milking guilt and silence wearing different names
You call it family, I call it a cage
A weak little drowning pulls the whole house into waves
And now it's touching my son
Now it's staining his face
And you don't even see it, still praying to your pain
Unwaking, unlearning, missing every truth
Living in your tragedy, calling it virtue
You grew a daughter with a crooked sense of love
Self at the center, everything else not enough
She cries like she's the victim but she bites like she's the judge
If you step back for air she punishes you for the breath you took
She can't hold a bond, she can't hold her own reflection
So she collects control like this affection
And the boys, forever boys, big bodies, tiny souls
Leaning on their mother like a crutch that never broke
A soft voice can still be cruel
A weak hand can still be strong
An empty heart is dangerous
It needs a hostage to avoid the void
This is generational sleep
Generational shame
Milking guilt and silence wearing different names
You call it family, I call it a cage
A weak little drowning pulls the whole house into waves
And now it's touching my son
Now it's stealing his youth
And you don't even hear me still loyal to your womb
Unwaking, unlearning, missing every truth
Living in your tragedy, calling it virtue
I try to shake you
But you love your nightmare more than daylight
You can't be saved by someone else's lungs
You can't be healed by someone else's child
So hear me now
My son is not your offering
Not your mirror, not your medicine
I'm ending generational sleep
I'm cutting the thread
I'm teaching love with boundaries, not fearing the bed
You can keep your stories, keep your worship of pain
But you won't take my child in the name of fate
If wisdom won't come to you, I won't wait for the proof
I'll build a different language, I'll raise a different truth
No more drowning hands, no more poison made cute
This is where it stops
This is where I choose
