Feels from S/t by Soft Butch

Ice caps are impatient
for summers too long to love.
We're all waiting to harden;
we're getting harder to know.

Bow down to your ruler;
kings need help to hide.
But pawns move where they want to,
just one square at a time.

This is the shape of a century--
an axis bent like an arc.
It's paramount to be sensitive
when you're swimming with sharks.

Take my hand through the rubble;
take your time if it's hard.
They'll sense our fear if we let them;
we'll feel our way through the dark.

Once winter felt like forever:
we didn't know what we'd miss.
What it felt like to feel nothing--
now every day feels like this.

Bow down to your ruler
if you want to survive,
or take a knee to the future;
we'll get through this alive.

This is the shape of a century--
we're feeling ready to go.
It's paramount to be sensitive
or get left in the cold.

Take a knee to your ruler
if you want to survive
with half a heart when it's over--
we'll get through this alive.

Take my hand through the rubble;
take your time if it's hard.
They'll sense our fear if we let them;
we'll feel our way through the dark.

• Punk
• cabaret
• pastel goth
• post-punk
• queer
• Portland