Nowhere from Commute by Solstice Coil
Tracklist
| 10. | Nowhere | 6:30 |
Lyrics
The chalk outline of society
Was still fresh out of the box
A straightjacket for every straight man
Who reaches out his hand
Blood is forced upon him
Breathing down his neck
But it was never anger
It was the means to an end
He claims to remember a time
When the grass was greener
And the air was cleaner
And everything was right
It’s only today
That has caught up with the world
The man with the guitar
Dresses up to stay alive
Blood is forced upon him
Breathing down his neck
But it was never envy
It was the means to an end
He's got a keen talent
For stating the obvious
And disregarding irrelevant truths
He needs to meet his deadline
His thoughts are gaining on him
He’ll sell you everything
You already have
Art is no longer therapy
Just manifestation of pain
If words made a difference
The burden would have dropped
But it just seems to inflate
Every day seems pointless
If you break it down
But it was never random
It gave meaning to the end
Credits
Lyrics by Shir Deutch








