Jon Sandman - Selfless Isolation (Official Lyric Video)

The official lyric video for the single 'Selfless Isolation'.

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Mixed and mastered by Jon Sandman.
Lyrics by Jon Sandman.

Video directed and produced by Jon Sandman.

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L Y R I C S

This extended recess has me
Reassessing every single aspect
What was little more than skin deep before this?
We are present at the inquest
Defendant, judge and jury
We are spread quite thin
There's half of us per meter at the moment

The beds run high and dry
With outstretched arms, we try to reach them
While the men in suits are tightening their belts around the system
We're told we must be stoic and be patient
And the patient are rewarded with a thousand little cuts
As if there haven't been enough

We can mitigate the flow
But won't we retrospect the cause
If you could jump between a species, what ya need the human race for?
We cannot stay, cannot leave
Wash our hands repeatedly
And try to drop instead of catching and 22s

It's funny that in isolation we should lose ourselves
When there is no-one else for miles and we hang tightly to our health
We are crawling up the walls as if our hands could break them down
Our hearts are crying out and yet we barely make a sound

If I were Parisian
I'd say that it was was cœur-less
And it only serves to show that they cannot really care for us
Do you question it much?

If I were Parisian
I'd say that they were âme-less
In de facto, not impressed with their thinly-veiled blamelessness
Disenchanted at best, all for this unwelcome guest

Oh, it's funny that in isolation we should lose ourselves
When there is no-one else for miles and we hang tightly to our health
We are crawling up the walls as if our hands could break them down
Our hearts are crying out and yet we barely make a sound

Oh, it's funny that in isolation we should lose ourselves
When there is no-one else for miles and we hang tightly to our health
The diminishing returns, the law of growing less and less
Every day retreating further back into our heads