Текст песни Fox Ears And Silence - Barrow

Fox Ears And Silence

'Certainty," we are told, 'is a luxury granted to few through instruction." Noth
ing has ever been sacred, holy, set apart. Never. Spoon-fed, force-fed watered d
own 'wisdom" espousing the status quo. I only exist as I am rendered; apostate,
shaped in the eyes of tradition
as little more than the yield of misgivings. This system: 'blessed," 'edifying,"
mocking the worth in words. Is there a shape of failure fitting perfectly to fo
rm? This soil is cursed, we continue to sow it. Our bodies have withered in time
for the harvest. Is there a
shape of failure fitting perfectly to form? Will I mold to your ideals or do I g
et to keep my own? Why should I gather everything to fill a box of empty space?
I’m collapsing as you fill me with your bastard sense of grace. Every fleeting n
otion is a burden left to bear,
an educated filter for breathing stagnant air. We’re forgotten, abstraction, nov
elty, worthless, always imperfect. The death of purpose.
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