Virtuism/Essentialism Songtext
von Ōverwhelm

Forward thinking but constantly moving backwards
Prolific rhetoric echoes towards
A group think shuddered with hands
Pressed tight over ears like children who babble in place of listening
Our legs are meant to bend
Our will is not meant to be broken

When the weight of willing bodies call out to keep us in contact
Our feet rooted
Into the grounds of a great potential


Pat yourself on the back
A sharp tongue
A job half done
A quick wit
So eloquent
Talk yourself down a path
Internalized trauma response
Tell yourself one more time
The exception that proves the rule

Tell me again... and again
A critical lens doesn′t magnify rose colored glasses

Asininity that spans too wide to touch
Disrupt patterns and infiltrate judgement
The "hasn't happens to me" cutting dismissal
An abyss of death and theft and oppression
Left to let die
Abysmal is this string we keep reweaving