Red Herring from Blind Spots by To Hell With Tradition

To all those honorary headsmen
I hate to kill your buzz
But what have you been thinking
Well I was simply playing dead then
Like everybody does
See I’m not even limping

You caught me out on the pavement
With bullets I was not supposed to dodge
Then kept me down in the basement
With all the other demons keeping watch

Those damp walls they carried laughter
From centuries ago
Subliminally violent
Preoccupied and quite obsessed with the hereafter
But once I let it go
It easily fell silent

Hooked on the bait that
I finally had the courage to prepare
You thought they took me out straight well
It was quite the delicate affair

Barely awake
I needed a break

From fighting a war that’s not my own
It wasn’t my decision to make
So much more yet to be outgrown
All I knew was that I had to stay awake

Fooled by bold anticipation
You’re forced into retreat
You know where this is going
So you might want to hold off on the celebration
To honour my defeat
Some cards are worth not showing

It all turned around when
There were no more fingers left to cross
It’s quite astounding
A win seems to demand the greatest loss

This lie
Is hard to defy

I’ve been through the last book on the shelf
Running out of places to hide
When “honest to God” goes to ourselves
Why do we keep looking outside

So much more yet to be outgrown
All I know is that I have to stay awake

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