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Half Moon Run

Razorblade

 

Razorblade

(album: A Blemish In The Great Light - 2019)


Is there someone you can argue with
That will catch you if you fall?
Someone else that you can talk to
Is there a neighbour you can call?

Cause there's a cancer in our children
And we put it in their mouths
Poisoned all the waterways
And choked the air to death

Inside, there is a light
Don't look the other way

Paradise beyond the paywall
People dying to get in
People outside stacking bodies at the gates to get a glimpse

They heard it's ultimate salvation
Without the troubles of the poor
Where not one question lingers
There's an answer and a cure

There you were
Face wrapped around a cigarette
But you tell me nothing
Just like everybody else

And I know I'm not quite right
But I'm trying to do better
And not worry about anything
Just like everybody else
Who doesn't talk like they know themselves

Don't look the other way

When the dream of blinding joy you'd find
In the bedroom of the star
Fades with the colour from your cheeks
As he smiles like a scar

And his potency of promise
Dilute and void of pride
Convictions of the honest
Obscured, confused and undermined
There you were
Face wrapped around a cigarette
But you tell me nothing
Just like everybody else

And I know I'm not quite right
But I'm trying to do better
And not worry about anything
Just like everybody else
Who doesn't talk like they know themselves

You could be my razorblade
Face wrapped around a cigarette
But you tell me nothing

You could be my razorblade
And I know I'm not quite right
But I worry about everything
You could be my razorblade

I was buried in bed
Resting my ears
But the ring was more than howling
And I couldn't come to
I was stuck in a stupor
In a dream
In a flash of light
I was deaf!

It makes no sense!
It makes no sense!
It's heaven sent!
It makes no sense!

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