The Static Masses Lyrics

Light This City

Even when I was younger
I could feel your slimy sculptoraƒÂ¯a‚¿a‚½s hands shaping every uneven feature of my body after your fantasies.
Forever crafted to a silent
Excessive perfection.
Fingers digging out all visible flaws,
Yet you still arenaƒÂ¯a‚¿a‚½t satisfied with your work.
IaƒÂ¯a‚¿a‚½ll never breathe or blink or look you in the eye.
IaƒÂ¯a‚¿a‚½ll never show a single sign that IaƒÂ¯a‚¿a‚½m alive.
The time will come to break the chisel
That hacked away our trust.
IaƒÂ¯a‚¿a‚½ll never speak or think or spit straight in your eye. IaƒÂ¯a‚¿a‚½ll never show a single sign I can defy.
You need to understand itaƒÂ¯a‚¿a‚½s what youaƒÂ¯a‚¿a‚½ve done to all of us.
As you approach, IaƒÂ¯a‚¿a‚½ll always freeze right where IaƒÂ¯a‚¿a‚½m standing, heart beating faster under the cold,
Hard clay that has become my skin.
ItaƒÂ¯a‚¿a‚½s buried so deep,
YouaƒÂ¯a‚¿a‚½d never know it was there. But youaƒÂ¯a‚¿a‚½re seeking something.
I can see it when you examine my every feature for something more than what youaƒÂ¯a‚¿a‚½ve designed.
IaƒÂ¯a‚¿a‚½ll never breathe or blink or look you in the eye.
IaƒÂ¯a‚¿a‚½ll never show a single sign that IaƒÂ¯a‚¿a‚½m alive.
The time will come to break the chisel that hacked away our trust.
IaƒÂ¯a‚¿a‚½ll never speak or think or spit straight in your eye. IaƒÂ¯a‚¿a‚½ll never show a single sign I can defy.
You need to understand itaƒÂ¯a‚¿a‚½s what youaƒÂ¯a‚¿a‚½ve done to all of us.
Weighed down by my own heavy splendor, IaƒÂ¯a‚¿a‚½m just a statue to pose at your parties, surrounded by a stiff, leering mass groping for a feel of the new old trend.
But what more can I give you besides my rigid presence?