Dan Mangan, blacksmith - Mouthpiece lyrics
[Dan Mangan, blacksmith - Mouthpiece lyrics]
The disengagement of the
Bubble is hypnotizing
Some say below the doughy crust
The beast is rising
We like to talk about the past
We like to talk about the past
Well we talk about the past
Like it's the strangest dream
Then we repeat the things we
Never dreamed we'd do
I understand that sometimes we all
Must dance with fuckery
But everybody's pissing in the
Well of our suffering
I want to breathe in all the ashes
Of the books they tried to burn
I want to feel the pages in my skin and
Understand the words castrate fiction
Call it circumstance
They say her wanderings are dangerous –
All she wants to do is
DANCE dANCE
Question period's over
Don't you feel it? I do
You'll be pummeled by the
Certainty of minions
It's a puppet show, a theatre of opinions
A chorus of flack feeder of the pack
You can hear the shaky timbre
Of the voices most alone
Yeah, it's easier to sing within the crowd
Those who pretend to believe hardest
Might actually begin to
The nature of the bliss the
Warmth of ignorance gives into
I want to breathe in all the ashes
Of the books they tried to burn
I want to taste resilience on my tongue
And love beyond concern mass-grave subtlety
Leave it for the birds
They say the world, it might be dangerous
But all it seems to do is
TURN (Bitten by the hand that feeds you)
Turn (Holding to what you're beholden
To) Question period's over
Don't you, feel it? I do
(Bitten by the hand that feeds
You) Question period's over
Don't you, feel it? I do
(Holding to what you're beholden to)
Bubble is hypnotizing
Some say below the doughy crust
The beast is rising
We like to talk about the past
We like to talk about the past
Well we talk about the past
Like it's the strangest dream
Then we repeat the things we
Never dreamed we'd do
I understand that sometimes we all
Must dance with fuckery
But everybody's pissing in the
Well of our suffering
I want to breathe in all the ashes
Of the books they tried to burn
I want to feel the pages in my skin and
Understand the words castrate fiction
Call it circumstance
They say her wanderings are dangerous –
All she wants to do is
DANCE dANCE
Question period's over
Don't you feel it? I do
You'll be pummeled by the
Certainty of minions
It's a puppet show, a theatre of opinions
A chorus of flack feeder of the pack
You can hear the shaky timbre
Of the voices most alone
Yeah, it's easier to sing within the crowd
Those who pretend to believe hardest
Might actually begin to
The nature of the bliss the
Warmth of ignorance gives into
I want to breathe in all the ashes
Of the books they tried to burn
I want to taste resilience on my tongue
And love beyond concern mass-grave subtlety
Leave it for the birds
They say the world, it might be dangerous
But all it seems to do is
TURN (Bitten by the hand that feeds you)
Turn (Holding to what you're beholden
To) Question period's over
Don't you, feel it? I do
(Bitten by the hand that feeds
You) Question period's over
Don't you, feel it? I do
(Holding to what you're beholden to)