Lyrics Blood Relative - Publicist UK

Blood Relative

First you’re born, more tears are still to come
A mouth of teeth, violence of the tongue
When baby cries, everybody runs
There’s a hunger that is never gone
Tell yourself that you’re good
Tell yourself that you’re kind
All the while the moon’s hanging overhead
Takes the blame for the tide
In the crowd, distance is a dream
Elbows, throats, the beating of the wings
Drain the well, lower yourself down
Mock the sky, the only way to win
A mouth of teeth, sharpened by the tongue
Born into hunger, everyone, everyone
Mount the pavement, make compromise your art
Bite down on anger.
Swallow up your heart
Tell yourself that you’re good
Tell yourself that you’re kind
All the while the moon’s hanging overhead
Takes the blame for the tide
All the ways we’re wrong
All the ways we’re cruel
We will be released