1000 Beasts – But For the Honour of the Pen Lyrics

 

But For the Honour of the Pen Lyrics by 1000 Beasts (feat. Felispeaks)

 

Isn’t it exhausting, love?
Living in between somber eyelifts to time stamps. The threads of opinions, the glazed logos travelling past our eyeballs, we barely see it anymore.
The wasteful scrolling, the unrelenting thumb taps, the tasteless reasons for relaxation.
The matted hair the never made weekend bed, the watching morning break through thin curtains, the seeing the searing sunup and simmering sundown without the sexy hint of summer, in winter, it’s a drag dawn to dusk,
Barely lifting lazy hunch over a bottle of wine at the edge of your bed. the defeat in the morning that comes before we even punch in, the twirl of our wrist from one platform to the next,
the late eating, the constant eating, the munchies, the not eating, the diet, the chocolate, for God’s sakes, the chocolate. It’s the restless nature of this individual, aimless. It’s the artist breaking pencils like dents in our fingers weren’t formed from it, it’s the not learning from past brushstrokes – it’s the not believing in the arch of the hand, the stiffness in the index, the softness of the palm, the landing of the paint, it’s the not having a point they begin to end. It’s the not having much to be exhausted by.
But for the honour of the pen, to lay some truth on the mic, we’re honestly not scared. We’re not scared of the absence of light in our eyes. Just fearful of how attractive the dark is, how our pupils can scan it like a home, moving around furnished thoughts. Don’t worry about the springs in our steps, or our toes cutting edge, we know, at least, how boxes work.
We are relearning it’s scale in whatever note it pitches in Black.
And my, my, we darken comfortably.
So, exhausted, here we rest.
Like a wolf yet to return from resurrecting power.