Blunt Against The Cutting Edge (Letra)
Mitch harris
Blunt / on the cutting / edge
This is a stylistic disaster
Or so i’m told
Won’t meet your estimations
Do well to fold
Can’t keep up
To the (dummy) run
Am i redundant ?
Integrity dressed down
By the cuts of their threads
Nice and neat
(with a) sideline in grief ?
I’ll say inkempt
A real cutting edge is the scourge of the norm
For all the angst, you’re tantrum-fuelled dolls
Abrasiveness a convenience
Sell for a score
Come up clean doing the dirty
Cut and run, then dissolve
Mould in motion
See straight through
Transparent you
A real cutting edge is the scourge of the norm
For all the angst, you’re tantrum-fuelled dolls
I’m blunted, i’m blunted against the cutting edge
Sharpeness diminished through truth to myself
I’m rusted, i’m rusted against the cutting edge
Sigh-times cloud over when met with pretence
Together,
Drop the act !
Drop the act !
I’m blunted, i’m blunted against the cutting edge
Sharpeness diminished through truth to myself
I’m rusted, i’m rusted against the cutting edge
Sigh-times cloud over when met with pretence
Drop the act !
Drop the act !
