Bent Shapes - Béton Brut lyrics

Full moon rise on the mise-en-scene: empty sports fields let off steam. We drink slow, got nowhere to be. We sulk in the glow of the coke machines. A semester's worth of grand gestures, and still you don't notice me. I was content to grow older. But she was bolder-- holding onto life like it could dislocate her shoulder. I don't know what they told her. The lines that they sold her are enshrined and left to time in some guidance counselor's folder. Béton Brut Deliver us from our untruth. Béton Brut A spite fortress of empty rooms. Process crude. Austerity measures struggle for junk space with unknown pleasures. For all our feeble attempts to widen the breadth between our nascent selves and certain d**h, we just circled the drain. Didn't make a dent. Already living our lives in past perfect tense. But skirting the lights on deserted streets, nightcrawling blind and falling free, like untethered, heat-seeking teenage lobotomies, we searched for the bright spot in a sickening century. Béton Brut held a promise out to you. Béton Brut Coming soon: charming ruins. Make it new, recast the mold that made us. We were dying for someone who wouldn't try to save us.