Holocene

Brace yourself

You feel nothing

But you see

Your limbs are black and frozen

Aswell of ice

Descends from the north

Caps the land

Old thoughts under the surface

Lift me up

Into the stratosphere

It's cold

And breathing becomes a challenge

I'm floating high（High）

Bird's eye perspective

Sets you free

Now let me take my distance

We are alone

So save your sentimental considerations

For the moment when is hits

No hideout,no safe retreat

We are alone

So save your sentimental considerations

For the moment when is hits

No hideout,no safe retreat

You feel so disconnected,and yes ,i get it

But there is just no point in further confrontation

Dysfunctional communication skills

You undermine our mutual

Resolution strategy

With youe condesceding patronising

Habitus of false modesty

Lift me up

Into the stratosphere

It's cold

And breathing becomes a challenge

I'm floating high

Bird's eye perspective

Sets you free

Now let me take my distance