Scrape Escapes                                                                           © Christian Moss

 

This feeling of where to begin

You’re surrounded by a joke that is wearing too thin

It’s compounded by the sheepishness of those who feed

Obedience to ensure greed is sitting, bloated and well

You’re easy to sell

 

And we’ll scrape escapes

Our optimistic strategies

 

The fickle fingers of fate

They are colouring the branches willing to take

Entrusting them to never crack, splinter or bend

A rapid fall, a twisted end, the seriousness of facts

Just carve a path

And we’ll scrape escapes

Our optimistic strategies

An invite to jump through, your instincts refuse

In you charts, we’d never start to be

Just be you

 

An anarchistic mood, a rock unmoved

With stubbornness to fuel, you’re scraping through

Just hang on to it, tooth and nail, be alien to what’s on sale

And never be diluted, mentally bled

 

And we’ll scrape escapes

Our optimistic strategies

An invite to jump through, your instincts refuse

In you charts, we’d never start