Luca Underground - Cut the Cord

Trying hard to move on but its harder not to let go
When you've been possessed for some time and it's what you've come to know
Speaking unknown languages and a slightly altered face
Make you think you're someone else but that's a grave mistake

So you're trying you're new legs on let's go see what you've got
To you hunger is humorous but you still enjoy the hunt
Growing fearful of yourself or whatever you've become
An exquisite corpse of all the things to which you've ever been a host

Bound by we are by intangible string
Tangled up it's a mangled thing
Took out your scissors by the memories your foiled
Try cutting the cord it'll only recoil

A seething fever dream creeps
No sleep it keeps you sweating
The exorcist is struggling to kill it with you alive
It's hard to get it out when
You don't even know whats in there
And it's harder to go on when you'd rather not untether
From all the ones you used to see and all things that used to be
Because they'll always be in background imagery
Can't unknow all the people you meet

You were sitting in the reeds
The ones that grew by the ravine
Saw a figure and you're a little unsettled
Don't know what they are but you're not gonna meddle

Handle encounters with lots of tact
Don't know which of the strangers are gonna come back
Ya gotta be sharper and a little more cynical
Safer to assume they'll be hard to get rid of

Bound we are by intangible string (a lot strength)
Tangled up it's a mangled thing (holds so much weight)
Took out your scissors by the memories your foiled (won't go away)
Try cutting the cord it'll only recoil (never breaks)

My word
F*** what doesn't kill you makes you stronger
Cause they were hellbent on seeing you bent and broken
Sucked up dry like roots out of water
Withered and wilted like asters in the summer
Get them the hell out so you can go back and prosper

A seething fever dream creeps
No sleep it keeps you sweating
The exorcist is struggling to kill it with you alive
It's hard to get it out when
You don't even know what's in there
And it's harder to go on when you'd rather not untether
From all the ones you used to see and all things that used to be
Because they'll always be in background imagery
Can't unknow all the people you meet

And as long as you are breathing
And the weavers keep on weaving
You can't unknow the people you meet
They'll be in the gallows of your memory
Just like the sacred thread
The three sisters couldn't cleave
Can never cut the cord entirely

Written by:
Donna Buckheit

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