Severs

by Paper Truth

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released December 24, 2014

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Paper Truth Newcastle Under Lyme, UK

2007-2014

Written, performed and recorded by Colin Surname

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Track Name: Leave Me
Fallen from eternity we preached,
Follow all the petals to concrete.

You will leave me as we enter oblivion.
You will leave me where the oxygen thins.
Without a question, on my own suggestion,
You will leave me within.

Stolen from the lonely to proceed.
Solo is the only guarantee,
Well, it's never too late to bleed.

You will leave me in the grips of the pressure.
You must leave me like the scavenger said.
Without condition, by my own admission,
You will leave me for dead.
You will leave me when the tricks are familiar.
You must leave me when the last morsel's gone.
If we're forsaken, every moment's taken when you're told it.
You will leave, must leave, must leave.

You will see me in another pavilion,
Indiscreetly tearing shadows apart,
Knowing nothing lasts forever.
Our capricious weather
bonds and then it severs all.

Leave me as it's already written.
You must leave me for the good of yourself.
A lesson learned before you know it,
Turning from the lowest;
You will leave, must leave, must leave now.
Track Name: Girlstyle
It's written on the billboards that we walk past every day,
In the products in the supermarket.
Check the privileged; they ridicule your worth,
in a set way, or offhand-remark it.

Don't let them treat you like a girl.
Don't let them speak to you like a girl.
Just soar in staid, eternal whoah:

Whoah/war- We make it worthwhile.
Whoah/war- We do it girlstyle.
Navigate the absolutes and take it to the turnstiles.
We do it girlstyle.

Defy definition and we'll redefine our world.
Got to plan it, if you want to fix a planet.
Taking liberties 'cause they don't come for free.
With an axiom, and a way to go about it. Yeah. Yeah.

Our passion's intricate, our vitriol's designer.
How many demons can you fit in a vagina?
This world so desperate, so desperate to find out:
How many demons can you fit in a vagina? Try now.

Whoah/war-
Whoah/war-

Arbitrary attributes will twist and shape your birthright.
Judged by traits you didn't choose and thrown onto the dirtpile.
Navigate the absolutes and take it to the turnstiles.
We do it, and get through it.
What we do, we do it girlstyle.

So who's on her side?
So who's on her side?
Track Name: Where Is Your God Now?
Did she love you, unconditional? (Where is your god now?)
Was he proven superficial?
Awe will satisfy you 'til you begin to recede. (gone)
Awe will compromise you 'til you're begging from your knees.

Did he paint a pretty picture? Where's your god?
Revelations' admonition turns you off.
Awe will satisfy you 'til your idol is a farce.
Awe will serve to blind you to the bruises on the stars.

Maybe what completes you, you are nothing without.
Reign down on innocents, they wait, they are devout.
Justify his heartbeat just to tear his poor heart out.
Tear his poor heart out. "Where is your god now?"

Where is your god? Where is your phantom?
Where is your love? Where is your answer?
Where is your saint? Where is your fandom?
Where is your faith, now you're abandoned?
Track Name: On Wills to Live
The will to live is strongest,
in those who've fought the longest. See this through and stay.
Behold the surface tension,
You choose your own adventure here. You make your play.

Oh so enlightened by the day.
String theory tightens around a brain.
Entity frightened who might but mightn't.

And everything feels larger,
And everylight shines darker here.
It's on you; we're not you.

Oh so enlightened by the day.
String theory tightens around a brain.
Entity frightened who might but mightn't.
We threw the lights on.
And if not for your reason.
if you didn't have that reason.
and you make it look so easy... Pharisee.

The will to live is strongest when it takes strength.
Track Name: Across the Edge
The view from in my head is disconcerting:
This city full of blues, and white.
But it's becoming crucial to play dirty.
We overcame our fears and learned to fight.

We are the couriers, exist along the edge.
We'll die victorious, but, 'til then...

We will run where eyes can't see us;
The horizon hears our hopes.
With a leap of faith from the ones who won't believe us,
Armageddon laid a path for all we know,
Right across the edge.

And if you see the same way in this skyline,
Just follow me and instinct for the rest.
For there has never been a doubt in my mind,
Within our desperation, there's a vow to protect.

And in that moment,
All you can feel now is the air.

We will run where eyes can't see us. Red light will guide us.
Overcome your fears; they're needless.
The horizon hears our hopes.
With a leap of faith, we're the only true believers!
Armageddon laid a path for all we know.
And with no more looking back now we must go -
Across the edge!
Track Name: Can't Be Loved
Was it ever worth it?
Making friends with the addled kind.
Closer to the surface,
As we spin out of satellites'.
Remember me by the scratches on furniture.
Remember me by the scratches on you.

Trying to do it without the lies
Seems a little undignified.
Tried to sign it and carved it up.
Nothing's lost if you can't be loved.
Trying to do it without the pride
Gets a little too bleak to try.
Should've known when it's said and done (/if you fuck shit up).
Should've known if you can't be loved.
And I can't be loved.

Just a little broken.
Trodden down, but you'll rise to shine.
Tell that to the roadkill,
Who have seen this a dozen times.
For we've all got burdens, we're all uncertain, and strayed from our paradigms.
Remember me by the scratches.

Damn these clumsy hands, a slow wave of surefire destruction, throwing complication upon complication.
Me, sure I mean well but I drip black tar, I rip apart. Any honest tries are misaligned.
Points for effort maybe but we leave here bruised. Tried and tried and terrified. So many times.
Reanalysed, reanalysed, reanalysed, but it's never right. Can't/Can't/Can't be loved.

Every ray of hope is a shameful joke.
Remember me by the scratches on you.
Track Name: Treat the Symptoms
Ready for anything, the protocol's in place,
It's not a medicine; it only lasts a day.
With all our prejudice and all-out culture wars,
We're all discredited, but you don't treat the cause,
You treat the symptoms, treat the symptoms, treat the symptoms.
You keep the system, blame the victims, treat the symptoms.

Vanilla incidents, it happens every day.
But they stack up in increments, and it never goes awayiaia~
Withdrawn our tactics for rejection at the source.
You've seen the damage done, but you don't treat the cause,
You treat the symptoms, treat the symptoms, treat the symptoms.
You keep the system, blame the victims, treat the symptoms.

Stand at your podium of odium and only do what's written,
You never listen.
We cannot stall this cannonball, we crawl the path of least resistance.
So what's the difference?

You treat the symptoms.
You keep the system, blame the victims, treat the symptoms.
Pretend this isn't a total schism; denialism.
You treat the symptoms, you treat the symptoms, you treat the symptoms.

It goes:
LA LA LA, I CAN'T HEAR YOU!
Track Name: Harder
To live in servitude. To love in peace.
Stone sick of solitude. Tie on your leash.
That was the question. Habitual play.
Need to be needed. Works out this way.

It's easy for this complex martyr.
Go ahead and hit me harder;
I will never stand up by myself.

Blame the mother, blame the father,
Blame each other, would you rather?
She will never stand up by herself.
Not by herself.

She was the idle one. She never learned.
Sapphired entitlement. A sad medicine.
Your own depression. Your tagalong.
You took his semen. You took him on.

Seems you fucked this complex martyr.
Go ahead and hit me harder;
He will never stand up by himself.

Sleazy fuck, this complex martyr;
Given up on give, discarded.
I will never stand up for myself.
Not by myself.
Track Name: Insatiable
Let's go!
From the masquerade to the masked raid,
We're the fickle fury's failing flames,
Kicking off melees amidst malaise.
The ineffectual intellectuals,
Still banging at the same brick wall,
But will it crumble, can it fall?

One voice for the crowd. Too proud, too proud.
This might be Petty but I won't back down.

in such a bullshit nation, insatiable cantation.
in such a bullshit nation, insatiable.
in search of ideations. insatiable cantation.
in such a bullshit nation, banging at the same brick wall: insatiable.

From the dour estates, in the direst states,
This time we're striking back from those council attacks,
Slipped between the cracks of your senseless census.
'cause we got that fire inside us, a passion everstrong.
So you dole out fates right into the face of the teenagers who lived too long,
Think our number's thinning? Little lost, it's just beginning.
What good's a revolution if it don't keep spinning?

Insatiable - Banging at the same brick wall, I wanna die.

The roteness of protest, we hope until we're hopeless - guess it's all in vain.
But renew, continue, I know you have it in you. Too proud. Too proud. 4,3,2,1.

in such a bullshit nation, insatiable cantation.
insurgent indignation, insatiable.
insatiable. insatiable. insatiable: Banging at the same brick wall (Unironic).
Banging at the same brick wall, I wanna die.
I wanna die. I wanna die with fist raised high.
Track Name: No Diagnosis
Nobody knows this: No diagnosis.
No kind of solace to take away.
Take your neuralgias, trade in for vouchers.
Rationing out for a later day.
To hear that:

Eternal resonance, fractured and desolate,
Every last ideal passed, I'll wait. Too known to betray.
It takes a pessimist, to make the best of this
Empty glass, I'm fine, I'll crash out when you next look away.

You live the same way, relive the same day.
In limitations, in limine.
All these appeasements flow like the seasons,
Never to ease or illuminate.

<chorus>

You throw back every pill...
You know that never will
Quell the migraine
To show them what you're worth,
Although that never works -
They don't know how this hurts.

(And numbness, is a privilege / anonymous / dissimulate
And numbers count the days but it's all the same to serve this game, the surface:
The worthless acts, and the surface cracks.
The purpose wracked, and the surface cracks.
There's no way back when the surface cracks. And the surface cracks.)

Upon a precipice, making the best of this
Empty glass, all trials and last attempts... Try again,
But it ends with a whimper, yeah, it ends with a whisper: Bang.