[Lyric] Nostromo (Burial Dance)

The shame they cast won’t hold any weight
How can they judge without standing in your shoes?
Friends can trace the mirrors edge
Reflections shape our own design
Chipping away outside perspective
Reminding yourself you’re only human
Silenced by indignant cries
Talking heads spewing venom
(Inconsistent arguments with no experience)
Sick of tracing these handouts
The models have changed
Their viеws stayed the same
Sick of tracing thеse handouts
Their privilege is to never know
What it’s like to make this choice
To have them ripped from your hands
What it’s like to make this choice
To let them go and be this crestfallen