The Underneath

By Atlas (HC)

On B L U S H

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So it rises like the sea

Fed by ages of defeat

With small steps it stalks the crime scene

Stops and whispers: you're a thief

And after months of lingering

Lurking underneath

It creeps up around my head as I speak: how could I be deceived?

It's not like I couldn't see it coming

That too fast was just too fast

But I never thought I could break my own heart

As if it was touched

By a shotgun blast

As I remove all of the artefacts

And drift along the room

The loveless current softly whispers: boy, did you let go to soon?

It's a stage, oh, it's a fase, it's a reason to be afraid

It's a promise I just might...

You know, to counter the loveless lonely nights

We're a photo, or a silkscreen print

It looks pretty but it ain't permanent

Because all beauty fades

And all beauty fakes

And the future will eventually become the past

But without all this regression, we couldn't make our wishes last

Our longings to love anything or anyone but ourselves

But let's be honest

Tt's repetition

And to love, will always turn to hell

We're the unavoidable conflict

Deaf mutes with no sense of speech

So there, I lifted my skin and I'm naked now

But what are you hiding underneath?