Rear View Virtue

Title: Rearview Virtue Artist: Black Thread Union [Intro] [Verse 1] You found a pristine halo in the fractured glass Right after the gravel shoulder took the entire weight Hands locked tight at ten and two again As if the wreckage had finally learned its place You washed the stale smoke out of your jacket You quietly rehearsed a much cleaner tone You let the long silence do all the heavy dragging Then confidently called the distance growth [Pre-Chorus] No confession No repair Just better lighting On the witness chair [Chorus] Rearview virtue Brake lights bleeding in the ash You bought your innocence Simply by driving past Rearview virtue A polished halo in the glass You finally manufactured a conscience Once it was impossible for them to ask [Verse 2] You kept the itemized receipts in perfect order You filed the mercy away completely by mistake Turned the bleeding wound into a useful lesson Once there was absolutely nothing left to take Every single narrative got a brilliant new polish Every inconvenient name got quietly moved aside You constructed a flawless mirror out of the distance And stood back to let it testify [Pre-Chorus] No confession No repair Just better lighting On the witness chair [Chorus] Rearview virtue Brake lights bleeding in the ash You bought your innocence Simply by driving past Rearview virtue A polished halo in the glass You finally manufactured a conscience Once it was impossible for them to ask [Bridge] You were so incredibly sorry After the cost had safely moved on You were entirely honest Long after the witness was dead and gone You were so beautifully gentle The exact moment the room went completely numb You finally located your mercy When it required absolutely no one [Build] When it required absolutely no one When it required absolutely no one When it required No one [Riff Break] [Final Chorus] Rearview virtue Brake lights bleeding in the ash You bought your innocence Simply by driving past Rearview virtue A polished halo in the glass You finally manufactured a conscience Once it was impossible for them to ask Rearview virtue Clean white hands on the steering wheel You made the structural damage disappear By dictating what was allowed to be real [Outro] No confession No repair Just better lighting On the witness chair No confession No repair Just better—