Sage Francis - The Weak Link lyrics
[Sage Francis - The Weak Link lyrics]
The weak link is quiveringdetermining
The chain's strength
WimperingviBRATINGthe wave length
Of it's stress signals are more or
Less symbols it just trembles
Knowing it'll take the weight when
The chain breaks and disassembles
See Mr wendell? He knew nothing
Of this daily struggle
Sit under the disfunctional family tree
And prepare for trouble
Could barely hear the mumbles beneath
The ear peircing rumbles
Sharp tongues slashing mouths while lashing
Out with verbal belt buckles
Friends crumble under similar
Circumstances within
Their own chain of events
From Sloppy knots in family ties
The pain is intense
The tension is thick two sided
Arguments are upsetting to him
Stretching the link testing it's endurance
And spreading it thin
TREMBLINGholding onto what's familia
In the Italian
Sense and reading intense drafts
By Sylvia Plath
Breaking off into an unfamilliar path
Divert the hurt by faking coughs
Trying to act silly and laugh
Making light of situations when I
Sense a panic attack
I'm a fully licensed self-defense machanic
And my toolbelt is black
She probably thinks I'm dead
She's probably dead
When he left she said I was so strong
I know she's wrong
I need back support my knees fold
Please hold your end of the
Bargain when I leave home
Please hold the keystone
The weak link is feeling emense
Stress from a tense situation
Stretching out in every direction
And visibly shaken
Its mistaken as durable, listen
Its just the circumstance that has it
Standing in a verticle position
Hurting from the friction of
Abrasive personal differences
People lose their grip when hands slip
And it gets worse when fingers give
The Lying Tamer is in the middle
Of the three-ring-circus "Bring the kids!"
Hanging by the last string it swings
Cling to live strain to see gasp to breathe
The father figure isbreaking freehe
Has to leave
I figure it'smaking mewant to pass the seeds
The baby sitter grinsvacantlylying in
Dead grass and leaves
Laughing at trees they hold their own
Forbidden fruit of their manual labor pains
Don't fall far from their home
Every autumn calls for another poem
Devoted to growing old
Every winter seems to get colder and
Colderit's that same old story overtold
Let go of your holdbecome a missing
Link in the chain effect
Out on the open roadkids'll think
You became a wreck
When hopeless souls begin to
Sink and disconnect its just a release
Its such a relief
Sometimes, we need to be alone
But please hold your end of the
Bargain when I leave home
Please holdthe keystone
The chain's strength
WimperingviBRATINGthe wave length
Of it's stress signals are more or
Less symbols it just trembles
Knowing it'll take the weight when
The chain breaks and disassembles
See Mr wendell? He knew nothing
Of this daily struggle
Sit under the disfunctional family tree
And prepare for trouble
Could barely hear the mumbles beneath
The ear peircing rumbles
Sharp tongues slashing mouths while lashing
Out with verbal belt buckles
Friends crumble under similar
Circumstances within
Their own chain of events
From Sloppy knots in family ties
The pain is intense
The tension is thick two sided
Arguments are upsetting to him
Stretching the link testing it's endurance
And spreading it thin
TREMBLINGholding onto what's familia
In the Italian
Sense and reading intense drafts
By Sylvia Plath
Breaking off into an unfamilliar path
Divert the hurt by faking coughs
Trying to act silly and laugh
Making light of situations when I
Sense a panic attack
I'm a fully licensed self-defense machanic
And my toolbelt is black
She probably thinks I'm dead
She's probably dead
When he left she said I was so strong
I know she's wrong
I need back support my knees fold
Please hold your end of the
Bargain when I leave home
Please hold the keystone
The weak link is feeling emense
Stress from a tense situation
Stretching out in every direction
And visibly shaken
Its mistaken as durable, listen
Its just the circumstance that has it
Standing in a verticle position
Hurting from the friction of
Abrasive personal differences
People lose their grip when hands slip
And it gets worse when fingers give
The Lying Tamer is in the middle
Of the three-ring-circus "Bring the kids!"
Hanging by the last string it swings
Cling to live strain to see gasp to breathe
The father figure isbreaking freehe
Has to leave
I figure it'smaking mewant to pass the seeds
The baby sitter grinsvacantlylying in
Dead grass and leaves
Laughing at trees they hold their own
Forbidden fruit of their manual labor pains
Don't fall far from their home
Every autumn calls for another poem
Devoted to growing old
Every winter seems to get colder and
Colderit's that same old story overtold
Let go of your holdbecome a missing
Link in the chain effect
Out on the open roadkids'll think
You became a wreck
When hopeless souls begin to
Sink and disconnect its just a release
Its such a relief
Sometimes, we need to be alone
But please hold your end of the
Bargain when I leave home
Please holdthe keystone