Blood Relative - Publicist UK

First you’re born, more tears are still to come

A mouth of teeth, violence of the tongue

When baby cries, everybody runs

There’s a hunger that is never gone

Tell yourself that you’re good

Tell yourself that you’re kind

All the while the moon’s hanging overhead

Takes the blame for the tide

In the crowd, distance is a dream

Elbows, throats, the beating of the wings

Drain the well, lower yourself down

Mock the sky, the only way to win

A mouth of teeth, sharpened by the tongue

Born into hunger, everyone, everyone

Mount the pavement, make compromise your art

Bite down on anger.

Swallow up your heart

Tell yourself that you’re good

Tell yourself that you’re kind

All the while the moon’s hanging overhead

Takes the blame for the tide

All the ways we’re wrong

All the ways we’re cruel

We will be released