Shane Koyczan - Resolution lyrics
[Shane Koyczan - Resolution lyrics]
Mostly, we get hung up on the stopping
The suddenness of abandoning a tether
We both love and hate
Love with the devoted affection for the
Calm it sings to our chaos
Hate for the shame it halos above
Us like an unflattering hat
Mostly we think that in
Stopping there is loss
That our spines will feel the impact of a
Vacuum we cannot imagine
But nevertheless dread
The truancy of our determination decaying
The foundations of our belief
We are crushed under the swollen
Density of a perceived disgrace
Our resolve corrupted by the
Whispering razors of suspicion
Skinning our confidence to make
Trophies of our ruin
We convince ourselves to accept failure
Before sacrifice is required
There is in us a solemn hysteria
But also a stray seed taking root
In the womb of hope
Growing a philosophy that insists any
Triumph over vice is proof
Of a daring that binds us to our might
That if we succeed we must then
Surrender the relief our excuses provide
That there will be no alibis to rescue
Us from the indictment of our proficiency
And that the discovery of our
Own strength means we can
No longer deny our ability
To make change manifest
Mostly we are afraid of the ending
Panicked at the certainty that
A tombstone will
Suddenly flower atop our buried obsession
And that our goodbyes to the
Mania we once cradled
Will land like glass roses
Thrown against the casket
When victory becomes a funeral a lament
For the poisons we thought were cures
Mostly we shudder at the purity
Of a fresh start we pause like skates in
Worship of untouched ice
Like a pen in praise
Holding ceremony for the start of a new
Sentence in a story it is changing
The suddenness of abandoning a tether
We both love and hate
Love with the devoted affection for the
Calm it sings to our chaos
Hate for the shame it halos above
Us like an unflattering hat
Mostly we think that in
Stopping there is loss
That our spines will feel the impact of a
Vacuum we cannot imagine
But nevertheless dread
The truancy of our determination decaying
The foundations of our belief
We are crushed under the swollen
Density of a perceived disgrace
Our resolve corrupted by the
Whispering razors of suspicion
Skinning our confidence to make
Trophies of our ruin
We convince ourselves to accept failure
Before sacrifice is required
There is in us a solemn hysteria
But also a stray seed taking root
In the womb of hope
Growing a philosophy that insists any
Triumph over vice is proof
Of a daring that binds us to our might
That if we succeed we must then
Surrender the relief our excuses provide
That there will be no alibis to rescue
Us from the indictment of our proficiency
And that the discovery of our
Own strength means we can
No longer deny our ability
To make change manifest
Mostly we are afraid of the ending
Panicked at the certainty that
A tombstone will
Suddenly flower atop our buried obsession
And that our goodbyes to the
Mania we once cradled
Will land like glass roses
Thrown against the casket
When victory becomes a funeral a lament
For the poisons we thought were cures
Mostly we shudder at the purity
Of a fresh start we pause like skates in
Worship of untouched ice
Like a pen in praise
Holding ceremony for the start of a new
Sentence in a story it is changing