Text - Sound Is Compressed; Words Rebel And Hiss lyrics

I've seen the crying The slamming of the doors I know you're trying Doing it all like it's been done before And I'm not denying The costumes that we wore I know you're fighting Peeling it off until you hit the core Black is the light that shines on my path Black is the colour of freedom I've seen your crying Slamming all the doors I know you're trying Doing it all like it's been done before And we called it fighting s**ing in the store I know you're trying Peeling it off until you hit the core Growing on attention as you stretch your span releasing what was hiding on the inside now erupting where you scratched it, start to bleed internally and as the pain results in screams you run for cover in a lie so old the dust on every page has turned to gold. Hold that thought. Relive it. s** it dry. Connect the dots. Indulge yourself in the identity dissolve. Holes in all the filters and the sh** is seeping through. All the things you called yourself and the things that they called you. It's fading in significance, it's lost inside a world that owes you nothing. Nothing of the kind. I stole this f**ing line