Paroles: Up The Fury. Boundaries And Years.

We pass through these lives
where there's always room to scrutinize
the ways we were brought up.
beat down and fucking washed up.
for a single moment
i noticed judgement pass from corner to mouth
and then pushed out.
you have no idea who the fuck you're talking about.
walking lines and crooked paths
influenced by chewed off ears.
segregated by boundaries and years.
i'll keep making my own choices.
distill deafening noises
that pass from corner to mouth
and then sneak out somehow.
if you had a single clue
just who it was you were talking about
you'd see i've come full circle
to complete these chances to die freely