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We are playthings of interpretation
Occupied by muttering minds
Fattened on abundance
Taking our breath away
with an ever resting heart rate
Heart rate
Heart ache
Heart rate
We are many
We are soft
We play roles without cost
We are sexless
We are alone
We hide our flesh and stare at our phones
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Let's take wrong turns together and get lost in the dark
Leave no trace
as we slow dance
Chew these story books like animals
Let's burn our watches
Let's take some chances
Make shapes at the moon and dream small
Chew these story books like animals
Like animals
We're animals
Enchanting rituals like animals
Chew these story books
Write fables in the dirt
Follow footprints into caves
And carve your name amongst your ancestors
We know our feet are filled with rain
We know our songs are filled with therapy
We know our clocks are filled with life
We know our lives have lost their purpose
We know our hearts are filled with Gods
We know our souls are empty
We know our hands are touched by lovers
We know our dreams are burned by wildfires.
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We inherit these past crimes
We inherit these past lives
Of desperation
Committed on our foundations
In a time before we were born
Turned to stone
There's a sickness in our homes
Before we can grow
There's a sickness in our homes
We are survivors of old words
We are survivors of the things we've heard
Of aggression
Committed on our education
In a time before we recall
Turned to stone
There's a sickness in our homes
Before we can grow
There's a sickness in our homes
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You Can't Hear Canoe
03:13
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There are words beneath these streets
Language beneath stone
Cities built on beaches
As we're locked up behind walls
Meat is more important than progress
Challenge more than ease
Our facts were once unknown
Our cards were once not shown
Our paths led somewhere else
Whilst our thinkers thought alone
Now there are limits to gag ideas
And there are thieves of attention dressed as kings
Our facts were once unknown
Our cards were once not shown
Our paths led somewhere else
Whilst our thinkers thought alone
We mistake popularity for meaning
We mistake popularity for love
We mistake rationality
We mistake nationality
We mistake identity
For meaning
We mistake partiality
We mistake masculinity
We mistake a lack of empathy
For meaning
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Fortune is formed in grace
Our children display awards for last place
We are trapped between pain and boredom
We are trapped in our houses by the heat
Nothing we have will be gold
When nothing we try is our own
Conspiracy overwhelms egos
Hidden beneath passive prose
The lights in our eyes deceive our minds
So we're confident when no-one knows
Nothing we have will be gold
When nothing we try is our own
We lost our sense of shame
We lost the questions
On our lips
While our fingertips
Are placated by unfocused noise
Nothing we have will be gold
When nothing we try is our own
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The child curates its ugliness
In the glare of a well lit room
Can't stand its emptiness
Or the silence
I saw the best minds
Of my generation
Fall in line
Switched off
Tuned out
Signed up
Fucked off
The child hates limitation
And the bonds of authority
But can't satiate alone
Or fill its time
I saw the best minds
Of my generation
Fall in line
Switched off
Tuned out
Signed up
Fucked off
Paint everything
Hold anything
Lose everything
We're not one simple thing
Try everything
Mean anything
Touch everything
We're not one simple thing
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