Imaad Wasif 31st Century Man
First Single
No Resistance
Unhinged
I can feel the mooring coming apart
The little ways in which those who grieve lose their vibrant hearts
A Cygnet adrift above a shiver of sharks
In every drop of blood I hear the frenzied playing of harps
I am becoming what I am becoming
The feeling of pushing away
You see I lost a child along the way
It taught me how to smile wildly as I took the pain
And in time I learned to milk the tragedy
In my ears the sound of moths constantly fluttering
I am becoming what I am becoming
The feeling of pushing away
As I'm coming unhinged
Unhinged
Unhinged
Unhinged
Unhinged
