Clipping. - Attunement (feat. Pedestrian Deposit) lyrics

A meditation turn the lights off

Come on and rock, rock back to the edge then
Up to the tip, it's not,  not
Nice, the ropes are tight enough to
Hold but never burn
That would defeat the purpose
Nothing beneath the surface

The surface is just in service
Of holding the form, cursed
The shape is so inescapable
Bet it would burn, bet it would hurt
And there's the rub
The red in the flesh is fine but
The fire on skin is not
Is it possible to not get
Caught up in the thoughts
About whether or not to stop
Before the damage done is
Irreversible but isn't terminal?


Shit, goddamn it, loosen the grip

Come on and rock, rock
Back the edge then up to the tip, it's not
Not nice, the ropes are tight enough
To hold but never burn
That would defeat the purpose
Nothing beneath the surface

In earnest, you should just let go
Before the damage done is
Irreversible but isn't terminal
Shit, goddamn it, loosen the grip
But then the body could slip
The plastic body busy being
A building built on
The basis of never knowing it's nothing
But what if you do, what did you do?
What did she say? She was
Nice but ain't shit
Made a mean bowl of rice and then dipped
And the drip is literally slipping
Away from the fingertips
It could cripple a man in a minute if a
Man could have had a reason to live

Come on and rock, rock
Back to the edge then up
To the tip, it's not, not
Nice, the ropes are tight enough
To hold but never burn
That would defeat the purpose
Nothing beneath the surface

Shit, the drip is literally slipping
Away from the fingertips
Could cripple a man in a minute if a
Man could have had a reason to live
He would be wrong, along come a longing
Have you waited long enough? Can
You just belong to belonging?
She laughed at that, right on
Passed out with the light on
Pissed off with the pipe on
Light grip on the armchair like a pile-on
Poundin' out the rhythm in a bygone era
But the bylaws of which must
State something of copulation
And can't you just say
"fuck"? Could there be less conversation?
Or numb release in the dungarees
Shoot below the knees
There'd be no appeasing
Anything, based, sacred, beautiful
Just simple deeds done simply
No symphony serving up timpani no infamy
Just a grim repeat to get
Away from what you need
Turn the lights off when you leave

Come on and rock, rock
Back to the edge and then up
To the tip, it's not, not
Nice, the ropes are tight enough
To hold but never burn
That would defeat the purpose
Nothing beneath the surface

Looking over the edge, ain't the drop
Why the screwface?
You've been saying you want it to stop
Why don't you take
One more step and let God, or what you make
Up in your head, stir the pot
While you lose faith
Shouldn't be so hard to be apart
And be a part of ether
Shouldn't need to start or need a
Part to be a pardon neither
Shouldn't be restarting
All this starving ain't the part to feature
You are not a body
Bodies aren't often heartless creatures
Looking over the edge, ain't the wind
Why the jumpscare?
You've been saying you hated this skin
Why you stuck there?
One more step to the wind and then compare
If it's better to never begin
Or if there's sun there
Shouldn't be so hard to be apart
And be a part of dust
Shouldn't need to start or need to start
Believing in the thing you trust
Shouldn't be restarting evenings to receive
A piece of crust you are not a body
You're a metal shell and you
Can see the rust

Come on and rock, rock
Back to the edge and then up
To the tip, it's not, not
Nice, the ropes are tight enough
To hold but never burn
That would defeat the purpose
Nothing beneath the surface