

Song
Strap Line
Ollifax
•3:06•86 BPM•D minor•alternative•dark
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Strap Line is a raw, visceral meditation on restraint and the physical cost of holding violence inward. Through the imagery of a chinstrap's imprint and a clenched jaw, Ollifax crafts a portrait of a man whose calm is not emptiness but war held behind teeth. It's a quiet, brutal song about the toll of choosing stillness.
Musical Details
BPM
86
Key
D minor
ISRC
QT6EF2622245
Credits
ComposerOllifax
LyricistOllifax
ProducerPeter Jaffray
MixingOllifax
MasteringOllifax
Copyright & Legal
Ollifax Music
PublisherOllifax Music
LabelOllifax Music
LicenseAll Rights Reserved
Recorded inNunavut
Lyrics
Helmet's off. Line's still there. Jaw remembers what the head won't wear. Calm ain't quiet. Calm got teeth. Chinstrap carved a road in my jaw. Same place daily. Body keeps law. No helmet now. Still feel the bind. Old pressure sitting at the back of my mind. I don't bite the world. I don't bite back. I bite down hard where the old line sat. Lights get thin. Room gets tight. Jaw locks shut just to hold me right. Chipped my own tooth on a midnight clench. Tongue split open on a broken edge. Copper all day. Pink in the sink. Swallow the rest so I don't have to think. Swallow the rest. Hold what's left. Strap line. Jaw stays tight. Hold the whole war behind my teeth all night. Strap line. That's the price. The grin wants out but I grind it down twice. Strap line. No clean sign. Pain in the mouth keeps the ghosts in line. That's why I clench. That's where it goes. Every word I never said sits locked in rows. Every hand I never raised. Every door I didn't break. Every mercy had a cost. Every calm had weight. Restraint ain't free. Restraint leaves marks. You pay in enamel. You pay in the dark. Mirror says smile. I don't part my face. Open this jaw and the wrong thing wakes. So I keep it shut. So I keep it still. So I grind down rage into something I can feel. Something real. Something still. Strap line. Jaw stays tight. Hold the whole war behind my teeth all night. Strap line. That's the price. The grin wants out but I grind it down twice. Strap line. No clean sign. Pain in the mouth keeps the ghosts in line. They think calm is empty. Calm is a clench. Calm is sitting still on the edge of the bench. Calm is copper. Calm is bone. Calm is knowing what gets loose when you're alone. Strap line. Jaw stays tight. Hold the whole war behind my teeth all night. Strap line. That's the price. The grin wants out but I grind it down twice. Strap line. Still won't break. Pain tells truth when the mirror turns fake. Strap line. Still right here. Copper in my mouth but my mind stays clear. Copper. Swallow. Hold. Still here. Jaw tight. Line clear. Still here.
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The Laughing Mirror
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