These are definite borders, but they have very short walls. And when your stunned it gets tough to figure which side you’re on. Is it a fact or a figment? Is this love or control? It’s all a target if you keep staring through a scope. I can’t read your signals. Are we turning cheeks or tables? Will our hands find one another? Will we wash them of each other? Friend or foe? When the wounds started showing what we keep to ourselves, we turned on each other and it all went to hell. In the confusion, shots from the bloodiest angles yet. It’s friendly fire but we’re bleeding out just the same from it. What good is this white flag when it’s dripping with red? I can’t read your signals. Are we turning cheeks or tables? Will our hands find one another or will we wash them of each other? Are you friend or foe? I won’t hate you, you are not my enemy. I won’t hate you, you are not my enemy. For all that you’ve taken, I still get to make this decision. I won’t hate you, I am not your enemy. I won’t hate you.
WHITE NOISES ft Cory Brandan (Norma Jean)
You pummel my ears till they bleed with “clearly” and “obviously”. But that don’t sound like logic to me. You don’t think.
You only practice to preach. Talk loud and look down on me. And it sounds like you’re just grating teeth. You don’t speak.
It’s all white noises.
Threaten then show off your wounds. You speak of your faith like it’s proof. Well you love conflating the two. You don’t see.
The wars you fight are the same ones you incite. And you always draw the lines with a small scope and a broad stroke.
The truths you sell are the lies you tell yourself, but your tongue’s been twisted till you don’t notice that your words are just white noises.
I tried to look in your eyes
but you wouldn’t lock yours with mine
And I knew that you’d never hear
when I saw your mask disappear
The face I see is a cold, inhuman thing; just a blank space laced with teeth and a sharp tongue making mouthfuls of white noises.
Shame on you. Have you no decency? How could any honest person claim the things things you believe? May G-d judge swiftly for the damage you’ve done, there’s a special place in hell for the thing you’ve become.
You’ve got nothing to say to me, so I have nothing to say to you.
SPIT AND BLOOD
You know everything is covered up with a little bit of spit and blood. Somehow all of it is growing from just an echo and a fist of mud.
You know everything must break or bend, only till the pieces finally fit. All the fingerprints are
filaments, lining every side and pulling in.
You know everything is on the up, all the blooms are stretching for a sun.
When they finally reach a perfect one, it will still be made of spit and blood.
I hope you hate it, may the anger settle in your bones. Don’t make your peace with it I pray that your aggression grows.Come on- I know you wanna be brave. Come on- It isn’t hopeful to ignore the pain. There’s a black light burning, I think it’s pulling down the skyline. I hope you hate it. Sing out the dissonance, it’s awful but it’s time for the truth. Don’t tell the half of it you’ll only end up twice as confused. Come on- This ain’t a blessing yet. Come on- It isn’t beautiful to say it is. There’s a black light burning, I think it’s pulling down the skyline. There’s a grey sky looming, we’ve been mistaking it for daylight. It’s been a long night, honey. I need to cry but I’m fighting it off and you’re still shaking from the blood loss. No good G-d would cause a thing so ugly. It leaves you cursing while you’re trying to pray; this time I think they’re one in the same. I hope you hate it. Come on- It’s good to hate this. Come on- I hope you hate it. Come on!
There’s a black light, it’s been pulling down the skyline.
There’s a black light, I say we curse it till the sunrise.
SPIT IT OUT
I thought I could handle it and keep you in the dark, at least until I found the words to make sense of the scars. I swore it was my war to fight, now I’m scared that we’re both gonna bear the marks. Too late now, there’s no way to choke it down, I’ve gotta spit it out. I whisper “Do you to trust me still?”, and that hits you like a brick because I’ve never had to ask before and now for the first time you’re unsure of it. Too late now, there’s no way to choke it down, I’ve gotta spit it
out right now. I’m afraid to make a sound but I’ve gotta spit it out. I was ashamed, maybe it was pride. They say it differently in stereo from both sides. I kept you out and I held it in. I grew hopeless in the silence and I’m sick of it. Too late now, there’s no way to choke it down, I’ve gotta spit it out right now. It might never be the same; we may break under the weight, but there is no other way. Spit it out!
react regret despair forget
It gets heavier each time
It gets heavier
revise collect refine begin
It gets lighter every time
It gets lighter
They all have bad accents here but they still take turns trying to articulate with their blurry words. They whisper and exclaim, simplify and complicate but it always sounds strange. They try to say your name, it’s never quite the same. They think they’ve got it down, it shifts a little and they always have to sound it out. Don’t they feel the sequence spin- grow and then forget. Every new epiphany is just another step. They confuse and conflate- rebuke then relate- double down or disavow. Why can’t they remember now? Everyone here has a bad accent, everyone does. You’re more or less here, until the smoke clears. The substance and the superstition, it’s hard sometimes to tell the difference. We try to say your name, it’s never quite the same. I think I’ve got it down, it shifts a little and I always have to sound it out. I’m terrible with names and terrified of grey. I want to know right now. It’s really hard to learn we’re never gonna figure you out.When you sing- I may not know this song, but it rings out really lovely when I hum along. When you sing- I cannot play the tune, but I guess someone here should leave their seat and dance with you. When you sing.