Itchy Feet from Four by Visceral Noise Department

Those voices are all dead,
This freedom leads to wonder,
I've access to a life subdued by wrath no longer

No longer sitting still,
All useless, tired, uncertain,
An end to all despair,
This movement bleeds the poison

Take the weight of the world off your shoulders
Don't forget who you are, it concerns you
There's no break to the dawn, it is older than ourselves
Don't forget who you are it concerns you
There's no thought to it all come on over here again
I'll take it all the life we stand to lose is happening somewhere else

Cultures are prison cells,
They're limiting our ponder,
So have I made the sale,
Discard you're sacred struggle

No longer sitting still,
All useless, tired, uncertain,
An end to all despair,
This movement bleeds the poison

Take the weight of the world off your shoulders
Don't forget who you are, it concerns you
Don't project from the pain, wake an older self again
Don't forget who you are it concerns you
There's no thought to it all come on over here again
I'll take it all the life we stand to lose is happening somewhere else

• Rock
• alternative rock
• folk grunge
• Glasgow