Liam Rogers - The Other Lyrics

Pitifully
Shredded reflections
Serrated
Concealed and injected

Sedated
On our chosen opium
It makes this
So comfortably uncomfortable

Am I craving taste
Or sustenance
Am I praying for faith
Or common sense

Stretching and straining
This textured blend
Hanging somewhere
In the balance

I don't care
What they say
About the other
There's always another

Caricatures
Draw false conclusions
Cascading
Through grandeur's delusions

As certainty
Is the mother of fools
Tranquility
Breeds from you

Cage or a palace
Smooth or with callus
What happens, happens
Comparison'll reap your joy

Something in your hand
Something in your head
Something in your heart
Something in your hand
Something in your head
Something in your heart

I don't care
What they say
About the other
We are one another