You think I’m incapable of loving anybody?
So sue me for wanting to feel ecstasy instead of apathy
Instead of emptiness, something inside of me
On top of me, instead of nothingness
So sue me
You may think that I am so heartless, but maybe I am just free
You may think that I am so thoughtless, but maybe I can just breath
So sue me
For the whiplash, for the real crash
For the way that I clash
So sue me
But do not expect any riches, I’ve run out of money
And even my love feels like it’s been rung out from me
So sue me
Purgatory, Hell, and Heaven
All feel like they’ve been thrown into the same realm and
The chaos is suspending
So sue me
Because now I’m suspended, like a puppet
In these conditioned apprehensions
In pure animation
So sue me
Because now I’m getting too animated, too excited, too upset
And I’m acting a little irrational and I’m acting like a bitch
So sue me
But how can you be the judge and the jury too?
How can you tell me theories you know are true?
How can you tell me that I’m not feeling blue
Baby, I’ve been singing the blues for you
But I’m getting sick of my own tunes
So sue me
For changing the record and dancing to a new groove
How could we be xpected to keep the same beat?
When we’re both dancing with two left feet
In this closet sized room?


A Poem - Sue Me

No Heaven on Pavement is Her Theoria's newest EP release. Recorded and Produced in a garage in North Hollywood, this EP is strongly inspired by the city of Los Angeles and all of its bureaucracy, contradictions and drive. 

No Heaven on Pavement

LOS ANGELES

FUNK YOU

VICES

UNDIVIDED ft NativElements

BREAK AWAY

This song was inspired by the depth and harsh Arizona desert, by the full moon and sky she howls within. 

The first truth, suffering (Pali: dukkha; Sanskrit: duhkha), is characteristic of existence in the realm of rebirth, called samsara (literally “wandering”).

Samsara

Vibrations {across the country}

Original hip-hop track and vocals

If what’s underneath a good movie
Is really what the characters are made of
And if we’re the directors of our own story
What kind of film we tapin’ up?
What kind of laces you lacin’ up?
Most people’s knees start bucklin up
When they gotta think for themselves
I cant think anymore for myself
In this deaf jam, I’m singing a cry for help
You hear me?
We’re born not to die, but to be prescribed
A lifetime high from subconscious thought
A good friend once said
Existentialism is a dead end, so just stop
But you’ll never stop until you reach the top
Of a point so high, you see yourself as a dot
So we got, a flag on the moon
But dirt soil growin’ toxic tomatoes in our backyard pots
Im talking take a trip to the park 
And tell me it aint scary in the dark
Tell me you trust your neighbors with all your heart    
Tell me you’ll lend me more than sugar if Im hungry
Tell me that growing music is feeding the spirit’s which are plummeting
Tell me what YOU think
Tell me how the view is from your balcony
When the whole city sinks
Say something
And tell me something I can do, cause right now I’m stuck between
Fighting the demons of depression and actually moving towards something
Between my vivid imagination which comes out when I dream
And nightmares of surviving just to live for r nothing
Oh, this   weight of nothing
Don’t give me pills just to feel nothing
Don’t give me pills just function
Just to feel  like crumblin’
Purpose is a pointless game, but bliss is all encompassing
So throw your compass off the deck and let the weight lift of your chest
I could feel the heaviness of hardened hearts and forgetfulness
Forget this shit. I digress
This why heaven sent me these dreams I guess