What concerns must we have for the earth
That we cannot see our own dirt
Our eyes have become like knotted tree limbs
The runes you wrote in the dust wont deter
The bricks in their grasp from striking her
We Grind into grain
We’re turning from thoughts to feelings
Our efforts used to count for something
Now ethic has all but lost her meaning
We try to parch the sand to quench our thirst
And we bleach the bland but wind up worse
Come bail us out, this forest of cell bars needs felling
Our efforts used to count for something
Pick the lock from round your neck, learn to use your metacarpal key
Now ethic has all but lost her meaning
It’s so simple lets agree, change our patterns let each other speak
When will we think first of each other
Brush the shivers from your spine, pull the covers up to warm your heart
Not as something inferior
Lets just make a start
credits
from Portraits,
released August 5, 2010
Timothy Armstrong (Vocals, Guitars), Tim Beals (Bass), Jeremy Bennett (Drums)
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