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letra de inertia - when thieves are about

faces trapped in frames; staring through
you’re forgetting all their names but they look a lot like you
(a lot like you)
living this daze
but now it seems your time is due
you try to change your ways
but your feet are f-cking glued
(your feet are f-cking glued)
the image of someone you trust:
reminiscent of the cost
bright side views are bleaching out
the image of someone you trust
a film devoid of light and sound
reminiscent of the cost
these images are seeping through
ambitions are becoming skewed
i fight and strive to stay alive
but no one likes a thriveless fool
the ember’s spark and fade away
to mark another loveless day
my knuckles bleed from beating on this wall
will the lifeguard pull me out of the rain
’cause i’m drowning in my thoughts
something is missing and i’m fiending again
when the lines are drawn, pull me across
with hindsight playing strong
show me the point where it went wrong
…nothing but irony;
the irony is written in my palms
the guilt and smoking gun
have stayed in business far too long
now they’re a part of me a part of me
the blueprints came undone
questioned decisions
on site trauma is inflicted
(i can’t acknowledge the facts closing in on me)
questioned decisions
may as well have been committed
the image of someone you trust:
reminiscent of the cost
bright side views are bleaching out
the image of someone you trust
a film devoid of light and sound
reminiscent of the cost
keep tugging at my sleeve and don’t let go
i don’t have the means
(i don’t have the means)
the means to reap what’s sewn
keep tugging at my sleeve and don’t let go
i’m giving back the need to wear a martyr’s clothes
culprit hanging upside down
and blood is rushing to her head
little time to climb back up before you fall and break your neck
while the hour gl-ss is draining
heed the laughter of the sand
little time to climb back up before you fall and break your neck
“i’m sleeping through the storm tonight”
the rain stops in spite
the reception cuts again
i’m a runner on my mark to race that doesn’t start
“sincerely yours, with regrets” the words i wrote, i never sent
clinging to a cause for the years i lost

- when thieves are about

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