The Blur, the Line & the Thickest of Onions - Little Comets

Feel good for a minute then implode

As the lack of an aphorism sticks in your throat with ire

Depose your vernacular, argot

Why have pride in a lyric when all the other songs go —

It’s a question of trust

It’s a question of rust

It’s a question of everything you’ve ever been told.

A minimum culture, minimal wage

I’m an onion peel my layers back

A minimal silence, minimum change

I’m an honest man, depths my tears lack

And if there’s love, let me know

Because I want you to come and put the beauty back

A minimum culture, minimal wage

I’m an onion peel my layers back

Blurred vision and the hobble of thick prose

Why empower misogyny while violence towards women grows?

But this filth stands on a quicker sand

Next to cold hard fear and the deeds of man

The abuse of body image as a form of control

And the typical portrayal of the feminine role

I have never been more appalled.

A minimum culture, minimal wage

I’m an onion peel my layers back

A minimal silence, minimum change

I’m an honest man, depths my tears lack

And if there’s love, let me know

Because I want you to come and put the beauty back

A minimum culture, minimal wage

I’m an onion peel my layers back

Pick me up with rhythms and waveform

That can symbolize a culture lost

Sing about the future like you mean to

I’m never going to count costs

Question the agenda of an industry

That only can objectify

You write about a non-existent blurred line

But not about abortion rights

A minimum culture, minimal wage

I’m an onion peel my layers back

A minimal silence, minimum change

I’m an honest man, depths my tears lack

And if there’s love, let me know

Because I want you to come and put the beauty back

A minimum culture, minimal wage

I’m an onion peel my layers back

It’s a question of trust

It’s a question of rust

It’s a question of everything you’ve ever been told.