Lyrics by Ian Cameron

They drew the borders with a heavy pen
Rewriting rules we’ll have to break again
A quiet trauma that they don't acknowledge
Behind the walls of their systemic knowledge
They lock the doors and call it regulation
My home was stolen for generations
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Stolen by the well-intentioned hands
By distant voices making cold demands
"It was for our own good," they tell us slow
As if they knew the things we used to know
With paper, ink, and a clinical smile
They made what I do illegal for a while
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And now the beauty is gone
Yeah, the love is gone
The landscape shifts underneath the dawn
I need to heal from it all
To find the strength to carry on
But my home is gone

A ghost silhouette where the crowds begin
I've never felt like I've fit in
Never knowing where I go or what to do
Just watching the shadows changing hue

Never really feeling how we're supposed to be
Drifting like debris on a trackless sea
Wandering through life, wondering why
Under a cold, indifferent sky
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Wondering what it all means
As the neon fades to gray
Feeling blasé
Completely unbothered

The air gets cold before you even speak
A quiet weight that targets what is weak
You map my floors and claim the space I tread
Trying to build a kingdom in my head
But I am stripping back the history
Your anger has nothing to do with me

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You feed on shadows, keeping scores in stone
A heavy hand upon a hollow throne
I watch the boundary lines begin to fade
Beneath the bitter promises you made
So cut the cord and let the static die
Leave me alone under a silent sky
Just leave me be

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The gavel falls, the sirens start to scream
You try to tear the fabric of the dream
How dare you do that to me
To twist the quiet truth into a lie
It’s painful
God, it’s painful hearing and listening to you