Lyrics Sound is compressed; words rebel and hiss. - Text

Sound is compressed; words rebel and hiss.

I’ve seen the crying
The slamming of the doors
I know you’re trying
Doing it all like it’s been done before
And I’m not denying
The costumes that we wore
I know you’re fighting
Peeling it off until you hit the core
Black is the light that shines on my path
Black is the colour of freedom
I’ve seen your crying
Slamming all the doors
I know you’re trying
Doing it all like it’s been done before
And we called it fighting
Sucking in the store
I know you’re trying
Peeling it off until you hit the core
Growing on attention as you stretch your span releasing what was hiding on the
inside now erupting where you scratched it, start to bleed internally and as
the pain results in screams you run for cover in a lie so old the dust on every
page has turned to gold.
Hold that thought.
Relive it.
Suck it dry.
Connect the dots.
Indulge yourself in the identity dissolve.
Holes in all the
filters and the shit is seeping through.
All the things you called yourself and
the things that they called you.
It’s fading in significance, it’s lost inside
a world that owes you nothing.
Nothing of the kind.
I stole this fucking line