Show me what is left now that we’ve lost a light we may never regain
Nothing more than a face pressed in cement
like gum stuck and made permanent
When we speak:
it’s an unsung chorus of “what a shames” on repeat
like a broken record, yet in a way I miss those days
But with sneering eyes and tired legs, we’re circling the dead man
Some to point, laugh, or deny he’s human.
Were you there? Did you ignore it, or just not feel it
‘cause he didn’t look like you?
and I know our hardest miles lay ahead.
I aim to see it through
I only need to know what was hidden in all we left unspoken,
We need to just admit that those mills are not coming back
A boy in search of word or wisdom can only move forward so
I dropped the brick in hand and watched the foundation cave in
I put my focus on the long years ahead
I won’t drive off, chained by the silence
It’s up to us to-
Free our hearts from persuasion.
Free our thinking from the dull cut of time.
Extend our minds to erase the divide and
discard distractions that conquer and blind.
We have all been so blind.
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Ce disque me rappelle les Rage against the machine, fatalement. Mais la musique me plaît davantage, car plus hardcore. Il y a du riff pour des mois. gregory duveau
On their debut record, the London hardcore upstarts cross-up mosh-ready fare with melancholic ambient passages, weeping guitars, and virtuosic vocal harmonies, but its romantic veneer is much more complicated than it seems. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jan 30, 2019