Glass Brain Collective by Mothjaw Lyrics
Dancing again and again
Miscommunication exulted in script
Written in symbols that don't mean a thing
They don’t mean a thing
We carry the traces of the author
Spoken to the former but summoning the other
Glass brain collective suffering
Will you feel the same?
Ever feel the same?
I'm still deciding what this all means
There's gold in their eyes, come and see
They have a feeling that we don’t belong here
We have a feeling that they might be right
Therе is nothing outside of this skin
All our wits
All of our links are wearing thin, oh
Gods subsumе hunger - turn it to aggression
Usurped by it's own imitation
Betraying us in the inadequacy of thought
This world is ours if we want
No
But we don't, no
But we don't fucking want it
Glass brain collective suffering
Class war in manicured packaging
We change into repeating tropes
Clung desperately to something that we think we should know
Shifting forms contained in flesh
Bubbling underneath the fucking surface
Rage, recurrence and recollection
Snapping backs bent to see the sun
Separate from the hammer slamming down
On glass brains that wear glass crowns
Dancing again and again
Miscommunication exulted in script
Written in symbols that don't mean a thing
They don't mean a thing
We carry traces of the other
Spoken to the former but summoning the latter
Glass brain collective suffering
Glass brain collective
Disorientated and cut from fraying cloth
Erase our thoughts
Erase the flaws
Erase the cause
If we want
Come and see
Miscommunication exulted in script
Written in symbols that don't mean a thing
They don’t mean a thing
We carry the traces of the author
Spoken to the former but summoning the other
Glass brain collective suffering
Will you feel the same?
Ever feel the same?
I'm still deciding what this all means
There's gold in their eyes, come and see
They have a feeling that we don’t belong here
We have a feeling that they might be right
Therе is nothing outside of this skin
All our wits
All of our links are wearing thin, oh
Gods subsumе hunger - turn it to aggression
Usurped by it's own imitation
Betraying us in the inadequacy of thought
This world is ours if we want
No
But we don't, no
But we don't fucking want it
Glass brain collective suffering
Class war in manicured packaging
We change into repeating tropes
Clung desperately to something that we think we should know
Shifting forms contained in flesh
Bubbling underneath the fucking surface
Rage, recurrence and recollection
Snapping backs bent to see the sun
Separate from the hammer slamming down
On glass brains that wear glass crowns
Dancing again and again
Miscommunication exulted in script
Written in symbols that don't mean a thing
They don't mean a thing
We carry traces of the other
Spoken to the former but summoning the latter
Glass brain collective suffering
Glass brain collective
Disorientated and cut from fraying cloth
Erase our thoughts
Erase the flaws
Erase the cause
If we want
Come and see