We Are Grey Matter

Call response, call response
Call response
My mind's gone blank
I love this cage so I'm not gonna rattle

And I've spent my life with these four walls
The walls are heaven sent
The nickel and mortar and the crack in them
Have long since been removed

And through the foggy mist I'm sure I can
I can but recollect, I paid for each brick here

Let me make this fucking clear
I've got a limit attached to my leg
With all the time inside my head
The failure of the superego

Let me make things comfortable
But if you look inside my eyes
You'll see the swirling mess is blind
Another scrum with dimwits at the helm

And I still recall with your help
A time when we looked around
And we were not the only ones
To be excited, to be violent, to be free

Well, let me make this loud now
I won't accept a pitied child
So quick to listen with a metal pulse
And phony charming smile

And the critics at the sail
Would be an insult to what we have tried to create

We are the membranes and the foetal canals
You'll bleed for the surprise
We'll trap your worlds in a coffin of spite
We'll bleed your worlds dry

We are the membranes and the foetal canals
You'll bleed for the surprise
We'll trap your worlds in a coffin of spite
We'll bleed your worlds dry

And I've spent my life with these four walls
The walls are heaven sent
The nickel and mortar and the crack in them
Have long since been removed

And through the foggy mist I'm sure I can
I can but recollect, I paid for each brick here
And I've spent my life with sound advice
In solitude, in black and white

We are the membranes and the foetal canals
You'll bleed for the surprise
We'll trap your worlds in a coffin of spite
We'll bleed your worlds dry



Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Nicholls, Kathryn Rose Nicholls, Thomas Dominic Woodhead, Robert Francis Canning
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