Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brock Isaac Welch
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
S & S
Producer
Lyrics
Bound by this jagged edge
Only caveat left to one
Previous
This total sum of
Thoughts unheard
This echo now returned
Grievances second to none
Yet left of hope
This is the
Plead song of all your reconciled sons
This extra mile runs
A long way from home
With eyes swollen
Allegiances
Born battered and
Swore less of their
Forefathers and
Lone mother
A soul tether was torn
Tarred feathered and worn
Proudly except not outward
accept not cowardice
Bred cross flowers
And left leg locked . powerless
Bring head down into bed rock
Heed hubris and tread light
Instead fast.
Loosely defined
Against stacked odds
Went, with faith lost
Found use for the time spent
losing his mind.
I run true and shoot straight
Far from desire
Instead fast .
Froth from desire
In red glass .
Sacrament wine .
At last. Steady hand, paints the sistine
Immaculate
Time spent in sacrifice made
Pain traced through inaccurate ends
Led backward at length
To amend
Kept head held high
When the adverse preserved
And the matches were burnt
And his stature was bent
I had to respect it
Unlatched, lidded lip
Preached and practiced resentment
I had to respect .
Detached from his skin
These so-called inventions
In deep thought
Wondered what was actually meant
Where the credit was due
When traction suspended
And left unarmored, inactive again
My heart was inflamed and enamoured
Awash all effort and action expended
The malpractice and mistreatment offend
All anguish and pain when exacted against it
Breadcrumbs broke down
Crafted with hand. What it cost to protect
What I had to defend?
Lay the past into rest
I had to confess . is our friendship
Merely attachment at best?
Well . that just depends on if
Trust is returned
When the rations divide
And a bridge burnt collapse
Turn dust into dust
And the ash into wind
Writer(s): Brock Welch
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