Lyrics - Le Saboteur - "Ditch" EP

 

'Smiling Politely'  

lost 

the key that they gave to you 

the wall that you bulled-through 

is in pieces 

now 

you're surrounded by collateral  

did you really mean to shatter 

all it means 

now 

to hell with the images 

blank faces are turning red 

exhumed 

you land 

in the middle of a paradigm 

and all of the shifty-eyes 

are on you 

lost  

the key that they gave to you 

the wall that you bulled-through 

is in pieces 

now 

like a cup from a drop of rain 

became part of the flood plain 

wash em' out  

'Key/Knife' 

so damn done, holding on 

to how you were so wrong 

so damn done holding on 

holding on, holding on 

i have grown so narrow 

and i am aware now 

you got me, dead on it 

the center of my conscience  

how does it feel to swallow a dream 

out of the sky and into the street 

watching your throat as you swallow the key 

what did you leave for me 

nothing 

i learned to stir because of you 

i learned to hate 

i push my knife onto the floor 

i celebrate 

cant figure it out 

not gonna fuck with it now 

'Tightrope' 

the line i walk is wearing thin 

i have betrayed my soul again 

and every step i take begins  

to pull me down, this sinks within 

i tried to lay my soul to rest 

it buried deeper in my chest 

the want and need 

to second-guess 

this life i've lead of carelessness 

over and over  

i work to discover  

the end 

face the fact that maybe 

hell's been closer lately 

fight the earth for safety 

now foundations are breaking 

i'd give my mind 

i'd give my soul 

to break this away 

or swallow it whole 

'Distant Hum' 

i'm burning up 

and taking my time to suck it up 

i'm smoking out my foolish pride 

too late, too much 

of a burden heavy, now give it up 

i'm pawning off this broken ride 

thinking 

maybe you know best what to do with this  

maybe you're on fire 

you can fan the flames of depth and impermanence  

that i might retire 

and rest these aching bones 

at last 

the sirens come  

in the form of a distant hum 

that never approaches or fades away 

and its so maddening 

all the things i had in me 

that got burnt out or just faded away 

but maybe you know best what to do with this 

maybe you're on fire 

and at least i can say that there's one of us 

that can keep it dry 

cuz it's like nobody knows 

cuz i hide out when it shows 

that i grind my nose to stone this way 

the sirens come in the form of a distant hum 

'Sleight of Hand' 

you won't hear, hear a word from it 

you won't see, see a thing 

you just know who's behind all it 

and who pulls all the strings 

only judge by what i see 

and what i see it sketchy 

i can't put my thumb on it 

you won't hear, hear a word 

you won't see, see a thing 

you just know who's behind all it 

and who pulls all the strings 

i can't put my thumb on it 

'Safety Net' 

if ignorance is bliss 

then how's it up in heaven 

as every effort you fail unfolds 

persuaded backwards 

to childhood complications 

distract your eyes, don't you dare look 

don't get stagnant in the womb 

don't get tangled up in your safety net 

the hands on the clock move  

each second 

you haven't any scars but 

not something to be proud of  

because there's nothing more grand than movement 

don't get stagnant in the womb 

don't get tangled up in your safety net 

the hands on the clock move  

each second 

don't get tangled up in your safety net

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