FIRMAMENT Lyrics by Gao The Arsonist
Where are you going?
You’re a long way from home
Born and raised
I watched them pave these roads
I’ll die here too
Already marked my grave with bones
Rip a hole in the map
Rip a hole in space
Rip a hole through flesh
I could have laid down at the altar and stayed but I know sinners don’t choose rest
Told me to hold you close when I go so I hope you didn’t hold your breath
Baby, it’s all the same to me
Crossing space is commonplace, don’t contemplate the distance
Locations fall away and bleed into one
I don’t need where I’m from
Command the hand of god to reach through the firmament and pluck me from Earth’s surface in an instant
Burden warped my vertebrae like steel in the sun
I don’t feel like you understand
You don’t want me?
I can’t say I blame you
I could say I’m sorry
Would that be less painful?
I could take one last look as I leave like I need it
Need it
I still love you
Well at least on paper
Can’t be proved when uprooted and turned to vapour
Just pretend the tears in my eyes from the wind’s ’cause I’m grieving
Grieving
Feet planted at the depth of your ancestor’s caskets
Addresses are redacted
Every possession strapped onto my back until it fractures
Shoulders bruised like atlas
Corroded through the atlas
I’m floating through the ether
Few hundred meters
Few thousand miles
Skipped in an instant
I cut like cleaver
If you get too close, I push like piston
Pulled like lever
Swear I didn’t want to leave you
Leave you
Baby, it’s all the same to me
Crossing space is commonplace, don’t contemplate the distance
Locations fall away and bleed into one
I don’t need where I’m from
Command the hand of god to reach through the firmament and pluck me from Earth’s surface in an instant
Burden warped my vertebrae like steel in the sun
I don’t feel like you understand
I don’t feel
I don’t feel like you understand
I don’t—
I don’t feel like un—
Listen to my joints creak like cellar doors
I’m on a checkerboard
It’s all monochrome coordinates when I teleport
Mourn the lost connection from the severed cord
Found a hairline fracture in my collarbone
Only lay my baggage down in borrowed homes
Baby, it’s all the same to me
Baby, it’s all the same to me
All the same to me
Baby, it’s all the same to me (This is The Arsonist)
Baby, it’s all the same to me
All the same to me