It's better than nothing,
the air in your lungs.
The power in your bones.
Oh, the shade you've become.
You've life left and that's more
than others can say.
You scrub at their blood
but it won't wash away.
You say it's fine.
Truthfully, it's far from it.
You pretend like the best
and you won't tell a soul.
If nobody knows you,
then no one can harm you.
You're capable. You've got it
under control.
So you never speak out,
'cause no one would understand.
And you never reach out,
'cause no one could lend a hand
but
I know who you are.
Under the mask.
You're just a girl
screaming into the void.
Though you've fortified,
you're haunted inside
by watching all that you love
burned and destroyed.
It creeps into your dreams,
infecting your bloodstream.
The monster they made you,
she lurks underneath.
Clench your fists and become her.
A new brand of thunder.
But watch you don't choke the world
with your new teeth.
Over and over you run it
through in your head.
Trying to find a way out
that you've ignored until now.
There's nowhere to go
still you're searching alone.
The alternative's asking for help
and you just can't do that.
After all, someone might
listen to your cries.
What could be worse?
I know the stories you tell yourself.
Like you're the only one,
and you have to do it alone.
Are you so proud you'd
forsake the world?
Just so you don't have to hear...
(oh)
I know who you are.
Under the mask.
You're just a girl
screaming into the void.
Though you've fortified,
you're haunted inside
by watching all that you love
burned and destroyed.
It creeps into your dreams,
infecting your bloodstream.
The monster they made you,
she lurks underneath.
Clench your fists and become her.
A new brand of thunder.
But watch you don't choke the world
with your new teeth.
The tides, everchanging,
they will drag you under
if you step into their pull,
if you let down your guard.
Given half the chance,
they'll tear you asunder.
You're not unbreakable.
Build up the walls of your heart.
If you hope to survive
in this terrible world.
Say it over and over again:
'This is not how it ends.'
It'll all be for naught
if you crumble, if you give in.
I know who you are.
Under the mask.
You're just a girl
screaming into the void.
Though you've fortified,
you're haunted inside
by watching all that you love
burned and destroyed.
It creeps into your dreams,
infecting your bloodstream.
The monster they made you,
she lurks underneath.
Clench your fists and become her.
A new brand of thunder.
But watch you don't choke the world
with your new teeth.
David Bridie’s “The Wisdom Line” pairs stark, poetic lyrics with hushed, minimal instrumentation, recalling groups like Tindersticks. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 8, 2019
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