Tangle from Tangle by Rhiannon Scutt

Decay in buckets, intended to be thrown out weeks ago.
Life overgrown, plans over sown
It's busy, we're all busy, so busy.

Drought, drown, pendulous extremes each time we take a turn around.
Sorrow floats, and the ocean only grows, it's where we're headed.

Your comic rage,
Your fight in vain,
Could I do better?

The worlds ablaze,
and this the choice you make,
could I do better?
could I do better?

Inhale wisdom, exhale freedoms voluntarily,
Data collection, I'm no exception, now they know me.

I've been weakened by the week, then the weekend came and went
and came and went again.

Your comic rage,
Your fight in vain,
Could I do better?

The worlds ablaze,
and this the choice you make,
could I do better?
could I do better?

Are you righteous or right?
I invite you to think to choose to lose your ground,
please tell me now i'm eager.
You're virtuous, pure white
and on this hierarchy,
you have more stripes than me,
a leader.

They've been driven out in droves,
Sheep in wolves clothes
but we know better

The highest record,
A meagre effort,
can we do better?

• Acoustic
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