neutral ground from sacred objects by Long Sought Rest

my mind's not wanderin', its lost, circlin' round bad things. and i'm not good to my body, but my body, it ain't good to me. i follow my breath on cold nights to far away places and i'm walking through a list of reasons my hands might be shakin'. there's no use in building that house when the whole world is burning down. from the water tower, we can watch the sunlight fade and die. and we can't avoid our reflections for as long as we'd like not to admit, the ways were complicit and a part of all this shit we claim to resist. we center our personal struggles, use them as excuses to just check out, and we're passed out in the neutral ground. and we can't escape the privilege we perpetuate by cleaning our wounds and by playing it fucking safe. and i've got plenty of problems to use as excuses to just look away. keep pretending that i cant see the face in the mirror is the one that's digging these graves. there's more that needs protecting than our goddamn feelings and there more than the scars on our bodies that need healing and your not innocent with the ignorance your wielding. in this system of oppression there is no third party.

• Folk
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• diy
• folk punk
• packs and dogs
• queer punk
• Olympia