LYRICS: Inversions [2018]

INVERSIONS

This is the last song that I’ll ever write about another savior that I threw aside. The last oath that I’ll ever sign about how circumstance and fate will soon collide. The last anthem to reaffirm a bunch of sad fucking people in a sad fucking world. ’Cos I don’t want to be an idiot, no sir. I don’t want to be wanting anymore...

Cover your eyes, beg a reprieve. Everything turns to ashes round me...

Now she is numb, a void. Our lives, destroyed. She’s done with joy; she will never love another. Still, her voice, inside the noise. The knife is poised...

I’ve done nothing wrong. I’ve done nothing wrong. I’ve done nothing wrong. She’s my obsession. She’s my invention. I’ve done nothing wrong. Been so jaded and frustrated. Spent too long on a life that I’ve hated. There’s one room in this house where no-one dares go. It won’t close, son. It’s burst open. It’s soaked down in the flooring like poison. There’s no kind of escape route here that I know...

The last words that I’ll ever write will now no longer be a verse of suicide. No more occasion to run and hide; she lit a spark, and her soul is purified. The last sound that I hear at night is now my best defence, and I hold her spirit high. I will always be an idiot, for sure; but I am never left wanting anymore...

A body’s been found under the leaves; now I have your disease inside me, yeah...

I never told a lie. I’m not afraid to die. This broken doll and I are falling over one another. There’s nothing cauterised. Three times, you’ll be denied. Now ravens take her eyes...

I’ve done nothing wrong. I’ve done nothing wrong. I’ve done nothing wrong. Wars of succession. Wars of prevention. I’ve done nothing wrong. See, I’m married to divorces: a wired study in opposite forces. There’s one room in this house where no-one dares go. It won’t close, son. It’s burst open. It’s soaked down in the flooring like poison. There’s no kind of escape route here that I know...

I can’t stop it, there’s no way. It gets closer every day. As these thoughts control my brain, the silence will take you away. In these ruins ruled by spite, we’ll survey the wreckage site. And how life will be divined, she says is no concern of mine.

There’s no proof to cling to when I’m through with you. There’s no truth I can use when I’m through with you. There’s no proof to cling to when I’m through with you. There’s no truth I can use when I’m through with you. There’s no proof to cling to when I’m through with you. There’s no truth I can use when I’m through with you...

C.C. Nov 2018