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Beneficiary

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