Слова песни:Mitch Harris
Blunt / on the cutting / edge
This is a stylistic disaster
Or so I'm told
Won't meet your estimations
Do well to fold
Can't keep up
to the (dummy) run
Am I redundant ?
Integrity dressed down
By the cuts of their threads
Nice and neat
(with a) sideline in grief ?
I'll say inkempt
A real cutting edge is the
scourge of the norm
for all the angst, you're
tantrum-fuelled dolls
Abrasiveness a
convenience
sell for a score
come up clean doing the
dirty
cut and run, then dissolve
Mould in motion
see straight through
transparent you
A real cutting edge is the
scourge of the norm
for all the angst, you're
tantrum-fuelled dolls
I'm blunted, I'm blunted
against the cutting edge
Sharpeness diminished
through truth to myself
I'm rusted, I'm rusted
against the cutting edge
Sigh-times cloud over when
met with pretence
Together,
Drop the act !
Drop the act !
I'm blunted, I'm blunted
against the cutting edge
Sharpeness diminished
through truth to myself
I'm rusted, I'm rusted
against the cutting edge
Sigh-times cloud over when
met with pretence
Drop the act !
Drop the act !
