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the grievance club - hands (a poem begins...) كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: harrison mills]
i’m finding that the days pass more quickly
as i wait and watch
an underlying sense of boredom when the sun drops

unlike quentin t
i never wear a watch
don’t need to hear the absence of ticking to know when sound stops

i’m finding it straining to keep focus on photons remaining
and residual light burns out
ignoring false fiends i used to chase after inside my house
like cat and mouse

[pre_chorus: harrison mills]
i feel the color in my face
wearing away with time
slow burn, my fingernails receding
every day i don’t know why

[chorus: harrison mills & kevin cappy]
i’m fighting the devil on my shoulder
he says inertia couldn’t give a f_ck about me
if i ran straight into it, let it stop me in my tracks
he told me he’ll make work for idle hands
[outro: harrison mills]
i’m finding flatness in my voice where tone used to exist
and plateaus where i once could’ve sworn are mountains

i haven’t found your words
you grip and twist the knots in my head
[?] by design

it makes me wonder
if my hands still work anymore

- the grievance club

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