Geographers

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Eyes that watch us from the dark at night
The hands that find their way to evening, the fog that blinds our sight

Pride, the kind that burrows in your hide
The kind that lays its eggs inside you, then eats you from inside

A panicked movement, so calm and fluid, the fear of letting go

Blow out to nothing, relieve me of this soul
Blow out, unloving, and tired of digging holes

Love that manifests itself as lust
The desperate plea for flesh and comfort, for safety from above

A panicked movement, so calm and fluid, the fear of letting go

Blow out to nothing, relieve me of this soul
Blow out, unloving, and tired of digging holes

And though we’re losing light, draw maps by candlelight
Geographers into this world unknown
Hold my hand in tight, feel my breath subside
Geographers from Babylon to Rome

Don’t ask for something you know you can’t control
Don’t ask the questions you wouldn’t want to know

Blow out to nothing, relieve me of this soul
Blow out, unloving, and tired of digging holes
We were all alone

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from Monogyny EP, released November 18, 2014

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