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Brittle Bones

from Separate Lives by East Old Topside

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This song talks about how deep that anger and hate can be driven into us after a painful loss to the point of altering us seemingly permanently. We can become so focused on the loss that we become loveless or apathetic. This is resolved by the end of the song and somewhat of a sequel to "Alone". This song can also be viewed as a metaphorical call out to the Church that pushes the urgency of loving sincerely.

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What kind of body is this?

Every action begets inaction.

We're stepping forward but jumping back until frustration ceases all further movement.

I have inherited the sickness of generations that refuse to love.

There is a cancer in my bones that runs so deep.

Hatred I thought I'd never know exists deep in this marrow.

Attempts at love end with insurrection.

These limbs would rather rot away than invoke the love for which they were made.

Can the world know love from bones that are so wretched?

Meant to stay young forever but caught in the emptiness of quarrels and lies.

Crumbling with each and every step that I take,
these brittle bones refuse to acknowledge the purpose for which they were created.

Now we’re Left with but one choice, we can work together as one body or perish and rot away as separate limbs.

Now I've seen death and I’ve seen the fruit of life,
and I know the son of man, and I know that we as man,
for us, death is more aptly chosen. Let love inside.

Let me breathe, breath again.
It’s been so long since I’ve felt your love.

Now I see that can’t rely on myself.

Now I see.

Growing older, my bones grow brittle but they were meant for fruitful life, but there is hate polluting their very essence.

Let love inside.

We cannot go on in misery seeking hate over the fount of love.

The fount of life begging us to seek it once again.

Let love inside.

Crumbling with each and every step that I take, these brittle bones refuse to acknowledge their creation.

Crumbling with each and every step that I take, these brittle bones refuse to acknowledge creation.

Let love be genuine,
abhor what is evil,
hold fast to what is good.
Love with brotherly affection.

Serve the Lord.

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from Separate Lives, released July 25, 2014

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