Katharsi - St Austell Streets (Official Audio)

Описание: Track 3 off of Confessional.
LISTEN ON SPOTIFY: https://open.spotify.com/album/6cHaV16lJ4j...


LYRICS:

His bus is going north, south, east and west
Y'know he's always escaping cos it's all for the best
He's gonna run away from home till it's late in time
Because he can't stand the house, listen to this rhyme

The lad's realised that his father wasn't there
Feels so sick, he wants to pull out all his hair
He feels this resentment
From his dad's actions and no amendment

He still remembers
Everything his father put him through
So distraught, he's split in two

He's no defender
He despises that man he praised
Who did nothing as he was raised

Hate is deep in his soul
Trauma makes the joy decrease
This was his "father figure", so he'll run
He's a shadow in St Austell streets
Run!

Sitting on his arse for every moment of the day
He'd never listen to his son so his son had to find another way
To get what he needed, this routine repeated
Only a child and the father made him feel defeated

There's always distance and lack of trust
Further findings turn his mind to rust
He could forgive him, let a friendship grow
But after what he put his mother through he should just go

Could not communicate so he harmed, wouldn't even try
Cos he's coming from a world where the males don't cry
No tolerating this emotional abuse
And leaving mum to be the dad, never call a truce

Allegation after allegation, uproot the fam
Ignorance towards mental health, never understands
The son is getting bored in this town, so sad
But it's better than home, stuck with his dad

Hate is deep in his soul
Trauma makes the joy decrease
This was his father figure, so he'll run
He's a shadow in St Austell streets

Walk through St Austell, mind is like a fossil
Damage has been done, the son is feeling awful
Walk through St Austell, mind is like a fossil
Damage has been done, son feels awful

Hate is deep in his soul
Trauma makes the joy decrease
This was his father figure, so he'll run

Hate is deep in his soul
Trauma makes the joy decrease
This was his father figure, so he'll run
He's a shadow in St Austell streets