This Shot Will Ring - Holding Patterns

Obliged to feed the subconscious

With what you need

In the absence of ideas or concepts

«I'm the strongest one

I’m the stable one»

The gentlest push through the door

Tie the hands

And shackle the feet

What seemed so important

When we were them

Scratch in spirals that line every surface

The patterns distract the pain

Mute contemporaries fear the falling

As you tear the deeds

Post industrial broke isolation

Needs belief

You’re the conscious one

You’re the able one

The eroding coastlines and shores

Make the waves abandon the seas

Sooner or later

These ties and lines

That try to connect us all

Will fail and break

Scratch in spirals that line every surface

The patterns distract the pain

No reward deemed fit for our purpose

A cold to make winter seem tame

There’s no relief for this sting

Such cruel truth to be accepting of

What a way to discover

We were playing for keeps

Same guns pointing the same way

This shot will ring

How it seemed

They couldn’t divide us all

But there we go

Blind into a fall

Take a step back

It’s how I’ll remember

This chosen way

Well, one of the ways