RESURGENCE // KEVIN SHORTFUSE

BLEED IT

Blood pumping faster now
The music is so loud
And it’s inside of me
I feel the rhythm in my bloodstream
Flooding each artery
Down through my diaphragm
Back through my heart again
Eighth notes on the cardiogram

I live my life three minutes at a time
Just trying to keep my grip on the next line
And every day I’m striving to repeat it
I eat, drink, sleep and bleed it

Awaken to modulation
Reverberation roused
Can’t wait to shout it out
My lungs so full of sound
Dopamine and serotonin
My brain is drowning now
Neurochemical resonance
I’ll bring to life somehow

I live my life three minutes at a time
Just trying to keep my grip on the next line
And every day I’m striving to repeat it
I eat, drink, sleep and bleed it

I live my life three minutes at a time
Just trying to keep my grip on the next line
And every day I’m striving to repeat it
I eat, drink, sleep and bleed it

Tell me this is just the way it is
Tell me it can always be like this

JUST ONE MINUTE

Have you switched on the news recently?
It’s filled with all the usual jackassery
Politicians on the take as they fill the screen
With a shit-eating grin for their constituency

Breaking down all the things they say
It’s crystal clear that they don’t give a shit anyway
They’ll ban women’s rights and cut funding for the state
As long as contributions keep on flooding the bank

Another day, another war we don’t need
How do you expect anyone to agree?
You’re killing the guiltless as you roll through cities
Just to add another fucking cog to your machine

Have a look around the world today
Society is bleeding and we all share the blame
Bracing for impact is the only way
All it takes is just one minute to bring on doomsday

DELUSIONS OF ADEQUACY

I know that I’m no sight to see
Blackened lungs wheeze when I sing (off key)
Crack this chest and tune up these heartstrings
You know I’d give up anything
To look inside and dredge up the true me
Remind myself of who I’d like to be

I reek of insufficiency
And delusions of adequacy
Decrypt these thoughts then try understanding
My thread-bare heart perched on my sleeve
The rudimentary way I deceive
Just myself and who I’d like to be

Now and forever after
Longing still to be

If this is all that’s left
And this is all I’ve got
I am pretty sure
That I fucked up my one shot
Seems I’ll never be
The person I thought
But I know God damn well
The person that I’m not

Don’t want to lose myself again
Empty ceiling, my trusted friend
Listening to all my plans for amends
Again

If this is all that’s left
And this is all I’ve got
I am pretty sure
That I fucked up my one shot
Seems I’ll never be
The person I thought
But I know God damn well
The person that I’m not