The Greater Cause - Nova Charisma

Sentiment sediment

Along the skin

Batter it, better it

Stain the canvas razor thin

Open it, open it

I didn’t look, I never noticed

Better now, huh?

Better?

No

A leisured lesion bleeds

So…

Hey there, are the scars I see self-inflicted?

Do you carve yourself to be vindictive?

Forbidden sleeves in the summer

Cover the marks therapy invokes

Spar with the wrist like an alpha

Pressure to know the shame stuck in your throat, yeah

Your eyes are dark and dangerous

And now I notice that

You’re wanting to erase yourself

I think I know but ask myself still…

Hey there, are the scars I see self-inflicted?

Do you carve yourself to be vindictive?

And I wonder how you could do it…

Does the laceration free the rot within?

I’m dying to view again

I’m dying to be let in

I’m dying to understand

I want to see (I want to see)

The greater cause (the greater cause)

The way you cope (the way you cope)

Will leave a mark

Hey there, are the scars I see self-inflicted?

Do you carve yourself to be vindictive?

And I wonder how you could do it…

Does the laceration free the rot within?