Subterranean Tongues

Is this all just another job
Another version of me
Strung up to a thousand clocks
Tethered to strange ancestry

Can I drop my anchor
Can I set myself free
Strung up to a thousand jobs
They all take a small piece of me
Can I drop my anchor
Can I set myself free
Strung up to a thousand jobs
They all take a small piece of me

A composite sketch of your own past
Stare right at it as the day's pass
How do I shed this larval mind?
What's waiting on the other side?
Say what you want but show me truth
I'm sorry for the hurt I caused you
Where did that little shit-head go?
Sick of kicking cans down the road

I have seen them floating
I have watched them dance
They signed their names in his book
Heard the acolytes all chant
I have seen them floating
Tangled up in plants
They beckoned me towards them
Thought I'd give it a chance



Credits
Writer(s): Conor Hicks
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