Beneficiary

Описание: Beneficiary is the most uncomfortable track on the album.
It sits with the idea that comfort can exist without innocence — and that benefit doesn’t require intent.

There are no villains here.
Only awareness.

Lyrics

Nothing in my hands feels stolen
Nothing here feels earned outright
The lights come on, the water runs
The shelves stay full most nights

I don’t see the distance traveled
I don’t feel the weight it took
The cost is folded somewhere else
Outside the frame I’m taught to look

No one asked me to decide
It just arrived as ease
A life that works efficiently
Doesn’t like to show its seams

I live on the winning side of things
Even when I don’t compete
I inherit the advantage
Without asking where it leads

Comfort doesn’t need permission
It just settles into place
And silence starts to feel like peace
When nothing asks to be explained

I don’t order what I can’t see
I don’t choose the path it takes
I just trust the distance softens
Whatever bends or breaks

There’s no villain in the mirror
No blood around my name
Just a calm that stays intact
Because it’s someone else in pain

I’m told not to feel responsible
For what I didn’t plan
But benefit is still a form
Of quietly taking part

I live on the winning side of things
Even when I look away
The world keeps working in my favor
As long as I don’t stay

Too long with the uncomfortable
Too close to what it costs
It’s easier to call it complex
Than to ask what’s quietly lost

If comfort had a language
It would sound like reason
If privilege could whisper
It would call itself a season

Temporary, necessary
Just the way things are
Until you notice who gets tired
Keeping everything this calm

I don’t need to be forgiven
I don’t need to be accused
I just need to stay awake enough
To notice what I use

Because innocence by distance
Still leaves a trace
And some lives are made possible
By what never reaches my place

I won’t pretend I’d choose collapse
Over warmth, or light, or bread
But I won’t confuse my comfort
With a world that’s fairly set

Some truths don’t ask for action
They just ask to be seen
And once you see where you’re standing
You can’t call it neutral again

Tags

experimental folk, trip hop, nocturnal listening, Static Harbour