Frustrations
The frustrations of neutrality
Haunt me daily and oh, especially nightly
Your measured responses are misplaced
Oh, and your favourite line: "It is what it is"
Isn't it good enough to ask what's right?
Softly enough that no one could object?
I withdraw again in my shameful earnestness
Wiping my heart dripping on my sleeve
How long will you try to tell yourself that justice is an acquisition?
I would gladly trade my accolades if it would mean a revelation
Walls can be torn down by furious hands
If we're unafraid of blood and dirt, otherwise
We infinitely replicate, brick by brick
In this wasteland you call history
How long will you try to tell yourself that justice is an acquisition?
I would gladly trade my accolades if we could be a revelation
Let's pretend we're not what we've been through
Or hold ourselves too tightly to attack
Oh god the things I've turned myself into
Watch me turn back
Watch me turn back
When I tire of this fight, that could be the rest of our lives,
Who would blame me if I fall?
When I tire of this fight, that's just when I decide to rise
How long will you try to tell yourself that justice is an acquisition?
I would gladly trade my accolades if we could be a revelation
Let's pretend we're not what we've been through
Or hold ourselves too tightly to attack
Oh god the things I've turned myself into
Watch me turn back
Watch me turn back
Haunt me daily and oh, especially nightly
Your measured responses are misplaced
Oh, and your favourite line: "It is what it is"
Isn't it good enough to ask what's right?
Softly enough that no one could object?
I withdraw again in my shameful earnestness
Wiping my heart dripping on my sleeve
How long will you try to tell yourself that justice is an acquisition?
I would gladly trade my accolades if it would mean a revelation
Walls can be torn down by furious hands
If we're unafraid of blood and dirt, otherwise
We infinitely replicate, brick by brick
In this wasteland you call history
How long will you try to tell yourself that justice is an acquisition?
I would gladly trade my accolades if we could be a revelation
Let's pretend we're not what we've been through
Or hold ourselves too tightly to attack
Oh god the things I've turned myself into
Watch me turn back
Watch me turn back
When I tire of this fight, that could be the rest of our lives,
Who would blame me if I fall?
When I tire of this fight, that's just when I decide to rise
How long will you try to tell yourself that justice is an acquisition?
I would gladly trade my accolades if we could be a revelation
Let's pretend we're not what we've been through
Or hold ourselves too tightly to attack
Oh god the things I've turned myself into
Watch me turn back
Watch me turn back
Credits
Writer(s): Catherine Elms
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