Bystanders (in space) - Moses Sumney

You wanna strip away

Veracity is great

But you’ll bleed

And all

For a lukewarm embrace

You serrate your face

With glee

Don’t waste your candor

On bystanders

They’ll watch you waste away, waste away, waste away, waste away

What’s the use of confessing the truth

To an executioner in a booth

About the dueling forces in you?

Now you barely remember your youth

You used to embrace the eerie and helm

Visitations from spirit realms

Gifted to see between astral planes

Now you plead to be plain

A bystander

Of bygon standards

They’ll watch you waste away, waste away, wast away, waste away

Don’t waste your candor

On bystanders

They’ll watch you waste away, waste away, waste away, waste away

Waste away, waste away, waste away, waste away

Waste away, waste away, waste away, waste away

Waste away, waste away, waste away, waste away

Waste away, waste away, waste away, waste away

And it’s true that the truth gives you free

But when truth is a breach of decree

Dying for praise from a gallery

Whose morality is grey

And they tie all their stones to your name

And they cripple your bones with their shame

Honesty is the most moral way

But morality is grey