I was scratching some fake wound
Under house-lights
For the pleasure of some half-dead room
And I felt my lack of permanence
Forcing me to co-exist with
Every name that I had missed and asked again
Systematic bliss
In all the blood I shed
And every witness spared
Is given an answer
I was lying about my age
To the mirror
Counting every day I’d wasted on myself
Every colour that I’ve learnt
Has refused to find their shade inside the grey that’s trailing me
Right to my grave
Systematic Bliss
In all the blood I’ve shared
And every witness spared
Still slurring for answers
Just stay a lesser threat
Even my birth was stolen
No say in my side being chosen
So I keep my crosses out of view
There’s not a single thought I’ve had that I’d swear was new
I swear there’s nothing I can say that I’d admit to
It kills all the kindness in me
And leaves me with truths that I can’t face
It kills all the kindness in me
Will I find myself again?
credits
from Pareidolia,
released June 21, 2019
Written, recorded and mixed by James
Mastered by Mark Gittins of Megatone Studios.
All music copyright Mutes 2019. All unauthorised use is prohibited.
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