The Lie of Black and White Lyrics

I remember a time when it was easier

To hide behind the lie of black and white

I'd say I'd aligned and that I'd be with her

But even then, the roads had intertwined

When that rainbow, out of reach, up high, hanging overhead

Couldn't shine yet

When raindrops from the sky'd merely hide the pain

And make shit wet

When lines once silver'd blur like those of he and her

And grey clouds left me shaded the gradient of dread

Back when I said

That "being stuck on the fence between romance is killing me"

That "every moment I wait substantiates my misery"

That "all the fish in the sea formate the shape of beings I cannot see"

"A shadowy mass of that which haunts my dreams"

I remember that time and what it did to me

The fear. The shame. The sheer relentless cold

I'd do what I thought the world would want from me

I'd smile and wave and be what I was told

But as time meandered slowly by, it all began to change…

In a good way

The cloth of life began to be dyed in vibrant shade arrays

The silence turned to violets

Gold from violence

Blue skies that had once mimicked the colour of pain

On a brand new day

I finally gathered up all the will to say

That all my life on the fence has made this lens so clear to me

A 360-degree perspective of serenity

Now, every hue can be seen, from blues to greens

To all that's in between

Agony never really was the chic

Now, all the time that I've spent in lamentation messed with me

Now, there's no noose to be tied that could pinpoint my complexities

(Oh, say you won't miss me)

Oh, all the weight can be braced by that which breaks

When tied more carefully

I'll share what is gone and wear it on my sleeve

And yes, as I've said

No, I'm not so blind that I might find this light and think it's for me

No, I'm not naive

I see the shrieks of the damned and the meek

That still are yet to be

But I'm just a brain, and some blood, and some electricity

And if I've got eighty fucking years before the sleep

Oh, can you blame me for crying heresies?

I can't abide by the line that you've made

I'll live in love, you live in hate

You can deal in rage

You can judge your neighbour and pray

But Jesus ain't your mate

And he may not be mine, but at least I can be kind

While the world around me spins on a dime, time by time

What's the shame in trying to be true to myself in this living hell?

Humanity goes both ways

And I'm all too well-aware of the lucky cards I'm holding

And I'm all too safe from the chains and the scathing scoldings

And I see the watering eyes from those still denied, whose hands quake as they're folding

An all-silent scream, covert streams; tears yet unseen beneath a poker face

You'll be yourself one day…

And perhaps, in time, these rhymes will seem so absurd and dated

(And I know we're not there yet)

And perhaps amends will be made for the ones who waited

(The beaten and hated)

But I can't help crying when I see the cruel crush the kind and leave this world serrated

(The meek are frustrated)

Can we carve a version averse to those doomed to hurt the fools who dared be them?

Or will it be too late then?

Every person on Earth deserves to sing their melody

And the drumming of love should never have to quell its beat

But if this tune can be heard and soothe some hurt, that's good enough for me

If I'd heard it myself, perhaps I'd have spared some grief…

Now wouldn't that be lovely?