Warm Insurrection

By Conrad Keely

On Original Machines

Released on January 22, 2016

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[Verse]

I look around in the morning at the waves

As they bleed into the shore and I long to be one of them

They make me feel like a warm insurrection

As our revolution died in her arms

I used to cower in the face of friends

I used to want to be loved

Wanted to be just as accepted as them

I blamed my fortunes for my pain and grief

I used my anger to explain the abyss

I wanted all to look up to me

I built a wall to hide myself behind

I used to cringe at the thought of death

I used to think it was something I couldn't accept

I killed my dreams one failure at a time

I resembled the mask inside I had created in my mind

I was blind

I had been undermined

I was distracted by a need to feel original

I had to fuel the beast


[Chorus]

But then it turned on me

I had to shut it out, but then it started Begging me

Begging me

Begging me

Begging me


[Outro]

Won't you please come out

Won't you open up the gates and let it burn in me

I will release the angry beast and let it burn in me

I will open up the flame and let it burn in me

I will swallow up my grief and let it burn in me

And I will swallow up the sun and let it burn in me

And I will drink up all the sea and let it boil in me

Boil in me

I will swallow all my grief and let it burn in me