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New Trauma
02:30
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Out of touch
Out of sync
There's no reasoning but has there ever been?
We pick ourselves up in the pursuit of control
But all those things up there
never left your body
and now they spill in vain
(This new trauma overshadows everything)
Some hands we build, some hands we're dealt,
you barely kept yours close before the pressure swelled
and took away a piece
No blame, just the unfortunate order of things
Lashing out when the injustice sinks in
Sometimes we're just moving pictures adding to your injury
For all those things up there
never left your body
and now they spill in vain
(This new trauma overshadows everything)
Our hopes feel thicker
pressed against a different pain
Out of sync, out of touch
Pulled from the wheel but moving onward
New trauma
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Hang up your head until you're fit for purpose
Letting go like this is all you've ever known,
born into it, stolen in the process,
thinking too hard, but always never enough
And when you dance around mistakes,
like they aren't yours to make,
you know you'll never make it
Dressed up like an ornament,
letting the hollow spread quicker every day
Like all good consumers of loneliness
choosing to find strength in our own intangible things,
like a drink, or a toothless shot in the dark
when all we need is a toast to some certainty
Old scenes in the season of fever dreams
don't feel the way that they used to
You keep reeling it, reeling in
over and over
Reaching for something new
over and over again
Another stalemate, back to the drawing board
(Too many voices, too many faces
too many options saturate it)
A willing scapegoat traipsing on the wire
(Take the blame, feel the fire
go to bed, wake up and do it again)
It's like you can't listen
It's like you don't hear anymore
It's like you won't listen
It's like you don't feel anymore
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Late Light
03:14
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Begone the longing,
the silent warning of an empty morning.
another sleepless night
On dreaded anniversaries
we spin it over from temple to temple
remembering a version
Was it a late light waltz
where we painted early impressions
against a sudden chill?
Maybe we didn't feel it then,
just our echoing praise dusted in shivers
false shades before bitterness sets in
The backdrop of the times
The differences we had in mind
all tied up in delusion,
to fight away the grey spots in our dignity
We always knew there would be an end
for there's only so many hours in the day,
and a lifetime couldn't fix this
No one wants to carry or be seen to be carried,
so in the late light I was choosing to be free,
not even knowing what that means
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Enough Rope
02:21
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(Clean them out, pass it on
until they're gone)
How are you going to pull the wool over their eyes
when there's none left
When better nature vanished after all of your time spent
brushing over cracks
letting the dirt seep through
Seems compromise is for everyone
bar the snakes, the frauds
and a heartless few
(Clean them out, pass it on
until they're gone)
How far out will you push the boat?
Just enough rope to keep yourself afloat?
But with enough heads
there is enough hands
to sever all taught, and bring it all to a stop
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5. |
The Spaces in Between
03:41
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Envisioning relief through the tired
old lens of disbelief
is no longer working out for me
This house is not in order,
like it has ever been,
the fruits of this labour
maybe spoilt from the beginning
Never stepping out of line,
just a step out of sight again to breathe,
(just a step out of beat)
to fill the spaces in between
Peace of mind, gone with the magic
that lit it up once upon a time
And promises only serve to decorate
a shell that rattles
with a history of numerous bad takes
Still with skin never shed, and it acts as a shelter,
a roof above your head that is slowly caving in
Can't bury old paths.
you need to learn from them,
redirect your focus, and your wars -
you need to learn from them
Static movement doesn't cut it,
run with it, you don't need the stars to align
to put your trust in this
A desire to be sincere
about how you feel
for the first time in your life
(but is it really)
Is this really the grand design
Is this really the grand design,
pulled through only to push it aside
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Glass City Edinburgh, UK
Post-hardcore from Edinburgh, Scotland.
Twitter @glasscitynoise
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