The Dark from Cowards EP by Old Town Wake

I roll up my sleeves like a politician.
Then I go to work to pay for my internet.
When I am through and feeling complicated
I crawl into bed and then do it all over again.
I got my friends but I don’t often see them.
Seeing takes time and the time is so precious to give.
So I sit alone in my unlit apartment.
Watch pictures of them that they’re spreading all over the web.
It ain’t me that you see.
I am above, I am beyond this.
Don’t believe all I scream.
It’s just my attempt to connect in a better way.
I hold up my hands like a full surrender.
But I am just reaching, reaching for a higher shelf.
The metaphor spirals itself out as intended.
Still I can’t wait until I am finally checked out.
It ain’t me that you see.
I am above, I am beyond this.
Don’t believe all I scream.
It’s just my attempt to connect in a better way.
All the terrorists and the governments
and the others of which we’re a part.
We’re all holding hands, we’re all best of friends,
we ‘re all waiting for you in the dark.
All the pederasts and the merchant class
and their audience who watch from afar.
They don’t understand, they can’t comprehend
why nobody cares to hear their retorts.
Every single voice, every touted choice,
may we all rejoice when silenced at once.
So that all that remains is the great nothing
that so violently erupted as us.

• Americana
• Folk
• Folk Rock
• Pennsylvania
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• Soul Punk
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