The Chorus letra

Outstretch your hands
Receive redemption
Your name does not change
The music that plays
Silenced in haste
And a lone voice sounds
‘I am the truest self, I am the truest self
I am the truest self, I am the truest self
I am the truest self, I am the truest self
I am the truest self, I am the truest self’

You can’t get rid of me
Bowed head in slapping waves
Green glimmers through salt sting
Knowing nothing but the need not to breathe
And what have you achieved?
What does your death mean?
Is your art improved?
Will your sex be missed?
Can you answer these
Before you’re knocked back by the waves
And the pain recedes
And the ledge you cling onto narrows

We accept our loss
Cut off our hands

Immortal invisible God only wise in light
Accessible hid from our eyes
Most blessed most glorious
The ancient of days almighty victorious
You knew what you were about when you created me

No shock

In unison
We accept our loss
Cut off our hands

Civil Elegies - Letras

• Aesthetics
• Borders
• Children On The Road
• Cop
• Death Cry
• Dramatism And Rebirth
• Drown In Spit
• Fall And Remain
• Goat
• Grandeur
• How Much Land Does a Man Need
• In Your Name
• Leather
• Life Of A Stupid Man
• Modern Combat
• Near The Driver
• Nothing Else
• Of Me And Others
• One Month
• One Of Many
• Please God
• Pristine Relation
• Scrutiny
• Semantics
• Sertraline
• The Ambition Of Death
• The Answer, The Problem
• The Chorus
• The Idiot
• The Makar
• The Way Out
• Who Wants To Live Forever
• You'll Wish You Were Me