Divine Noise

Just because you move your hips Doesn't mean that you exist Just because you move your lips Doesn't mean shit Can we just take a fucking break? Cause I feel like I have got nothing left, nothing left I guess I still miss you Oh well, it's me and you What else can we do? When talking's for functioning people

You crave acceptance from strangers through pictures and filters. Attention from people who don’t know you. [...] Tell me who’s missing you now. Who's missing you now? Nobody’s missing you now.

I hope you feel that heavy gloom When you’re all done up in a crowded room And your life trips up over those shoes That you paid too much for but not in dues And I’ll be watching from a distance Wouldn’t wanna miss this Was it fake the whole time? Was it just instance? Man it’s so personal yet it’s business I want it to hit so close to home

I'm demanding some answers I'm keeping up with double standards I am between the words you're telling me With a fine toothed comb I'm drawing lines in hindsight Until the stories start to line up right These details bent and broke us down The finest rivalry of our anxiety Searching for the courage to hear you out To hear you at all

Somewhere between single life and sympathy You will find me

Saw you leaving early when you showed up late So changed You're picking up the pace Into a crusade of being fake Do we base our judgement on what we're calling art? A show of hands and some fortunate friends To swear at the starving part

Staring at the hourglass My life it feels like a machine running with no direction Watching time as it draws a perception obscene from a resurrection Choking on reality The walls of my insides they bleed from the excess incisions Drawn and quartered by the monster who pulls on the strings From the core of me