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Above the Hearth
03:26
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An instant fall
knowing it’s not you they call
Where were you?
You were trying to live
Trying to survive
Jumping through all the heartaches and lies
Quiet as a mouse / steady as can be
Holding dreams / for fleeting seconds
For another blow would come your way
So now behind the ball you stand
A hypocrite with a painted face
Clinging onto others passions
Others hopes
And you fall/ your heart hits the ground
And is swallowed in self loathing
Self pity is beyond unattractive
But it’s quicksand
This mud clings to your ankles
Not allowing you to press forward
You need that childhood back
No one will lend a hand
Be tactful, be persistent
And beg your legs
Not to give up
Who are you? What do you see?
When standing solo
You’re breathing in a world
But living in
A delay
Whispers fall
On dead ears
Broken signal
No room to fill
A stomach empty
Tell me where to stand
Where I stand
Self directed
When you’re only looking in
It’s hard to perceive
The paths are clean
The air is clean
Anxious/ anxious
Face contorting
Just sleep now
Retreat now
Gas engage
Disengage
Busy mind
Forever breaking in time
Busy mind
Breaking
Tell me where to stand
Where I stand
Is this my place upon the mantelpiece?
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Fingers pointed blame is laid on those who march
A lack of respect that we possess
Or so we’re told
The message has gone unheard
If peace is lost on a war of violence
We’re molded to accept
What avenue will reflect our mind,
constantly filled with rage?
Apocalypse presents itself
These storms are growing frequent
Deaf ears grace complaints
Yours will be done just as
On earth as it is in heaven
Our highest power
Wields this testament
A fighting sword
Against our feather shields
Blades turning
Fires burning
The house falls to the ground
Your shelf life
and policies,
are equally unsustainable
Too much change for
a year has not lapsed
Wellbeing
Lack of living
For most among us
You’re tied up
Queen at heart
No retribution
For your disconnection
All the photos we see,
so far removed from our years
Fat faces / lines of age
Rich man suits / lack of women
Voting for those to handle our concerns
In turn to handle liberty
Never a name to fully trust
Always a minority to lose out
A stifled voice conveys our freedom
Stripped of emotional needs
A thousand left mourning
For the extravagance of one
Faith is lost in a referendum
Rules have surpassed the ability to win
Bureaucracy entwines the progressive minds
and so we look to other means
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3. |
Chatter in the Skull
03:11
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And it’s funny that you’re all just too predisposed to hearing
the signs of which your friends might show
the signs that you’re all meant to know
And you’ll go ahead and like these posts
reminding you all to lend an ear
to lend a shoulder to a ‘bro’ that might be close to you
These old ways
are a continuation
Still meditate on words
as days continue to pass
Tumble down
the road it comes
Physical signs
it warns give way
Earth is falling
now I see
I’m trembling
veins are pumping
set this up
to fall, to plummet
My body tells me
final legs stand
Pressure in the head
An inability to share
Bitten by my own bullet
Sorry if this one fails the agenda
A constant cycle
Forever hurting
Negative time
So heavily numb
Stained floor boards
Hush a stigma
Hold me back
Tie me down
I try so hard
Ruining days before they’ve begun
No way to erase the actions laid out
No forethought to stop
I say, I try, I say / I’m sorry
A broken record that it’s becoming
Now too scarred to talk
Too scared to walk
My feet they always cross the line
The nights would play so differently
If I didn’t rage and I didn’t fight
Not even with a just cause in sight
I cannot rest
Not shut my eyes
My mind is lost
My sanity undone
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4. |
Highbrow
02:33
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All this flamboyant talk doesn’t scratch the surface
Acting merely as disposable humans
All this new age art
Using capital as the concept
A tried and tested argument,
though there’s no answer or hope
in our current expressions or installations
Are the right people actually listening
or are they caught up in question time?
What is the point of this modern art?
Another audience alienated
Forced beyond appreciation
Tell me the point of this modern art
When it lacks thought and portrays an essence of laziness
Where’s the interaction?
Not close to provoking thought
Once the dialogue is forgotten
It’s an elitist’s game
The excuse is it’s for you
The viewer can take what they want
The key ingredient is askew
Dialogue
Who is questioning you?
What did you think?
How did you feel?
Interact
Is this played out closer to connection
or towards a segregated group of minds?
Forever building a hall of white walls
Forever lonely against themselves
A space without description
Without words, no interaction
Isn’t this exactly what we’re fighting against?
If we’re not talking then how is the caucus?
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