The Scavenger - Astpai

Hands tied we’re ready to, ready to force

Hands-off we’re ready for, ready for more

Hands tied we’re ready to force our fucking

-selves

Once more to become quite every shit

We’re feeling sorry for

At least in this scene

All different ideals correspond

To settle down and take their seats

To petrify paralysed as one

As one silent attender

Thousands of reflections make it so easy for

You to surrender

Numbness' footprints are even too big to be

Filled as you realise this voice

Unknow still somehow leaves you

Thrilled telling you: «the

Trend’s set, you’re free to call

It yours»

Hands tied ready to

Force — ourselves

Hands tied

Ready for more

Analysis

Paralysis — breaking, rebuilding

Over and over again

As smaller parts get lost

In this process of making believe that you still

Got in hands what’s already

Gone, that you still feel all the

Things turned already numb

Hands tied we’re ready to, ready

To force

Hands-off we’re ready

For, ready for more

Hands tied

We’re ready to force ourselves

Feel free to call it yours:

Your child — still bearing all

It’s dignity

Your mother — able

To give birth to you so

Desperately

And perform your

Abortion at the same time

Your

Father — releasing a pulse and

Leaving you and everything behind

My fingers went through hard

Times

As servants for a fake

Solution

It took 'em years to

Convince the rest

That the act

Of watching has never been the problem

It always went way beyond this

Way beyond a shallow

Rendez vous — shallow but

Colourful

Eyes up the pylon

With every second flags are waving

More and more in shiny red

Yellow and blue