Holocene

Brace yourself
 You feel nothing
 But you see
 Your limbs are black and frozen
 A swell 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
 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 it hits
 No hideout, no safe retreat
 We are alone
 So save your sentimental considerations
 For the moment when it hits
 No hideout, no safe retreat
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 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 your condescending, patronising
 Habitus of false modesty
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 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