| Better selves I could organize, I just wanna look strong
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| If I become who I pretend to be, who have I been all along?
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| A mild-mannered Canadian, useless in our passiveness
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| Apologies for the northern shame, kill with gentleness
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| Message came from the other side; |
| «say yes to violence»
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| There’s a voice buried in the waves, keeps begging me to swim
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| Moving fast to get out in front and wash the night out of the cloth
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| And tell you how I got the scar as blood fills my mouth
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| Hard to understand why
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| Half of me, it wants to be enveloped
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| Clouded in my vital signs, a second sight
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| Burning out, I’m pushing back on the fading light
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| Losing trust here on the ledge, I know what it could steal
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| I’m giving in to indifference telling fantasy from real
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| Try to make new memory, the lens blurred I tried to rush
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| And felt the sweat sink through the bed the night I said too much
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| Hard to understand why
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| Half of me, it wants to be enveloped
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| Clouded in my vital signs, a second sight
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| Burning out, I’m pushing back on the fading light |