What makes you think that we will be ok?
Every moment of despair is just perpetual decay.
You can scream you words, even write your lies,
Buy some therapy to fill up that simpleton stye.
The world only hears that crescendo of life.
Yet most of us just swim within our valley of pike.
We are the worthless deed, the bloated dead.
A voracious mass retreat to our whore filled beds.

You think you’ve found a moment?
A second to take a seat?
A patient glance upon the world of defeat?
Well, all you’ve found is torment.
Silence of the discrete.
All that you ever wanted rendered from the fat of peace.

They’re smothering us with patience
Our hearts quiver with our loss.
But we just keep on moving on
For this god that’s all but given up.

And this time…

I barely break the surface of this mire.
I wretch my limbs through broken glass and fire.
I feel this black meniscus wrap my soul.
And all the world just whispers to let go.

What makes you think that you deserve to be right?
You’re just an open casket lying for life.
You think that speaking up’s giving a fight.
What does it matter if you kneel down at night?
Your sanctimonious need to adapt
Has left you living off their meatless scraps.
You make exceptions to everything you know.
Only the devil still knows when not to bow.

You think you’ve found redemption?
By making sale of retreat?
Take a righteous step away from all their disease?
Well, all you’ve found is failure.
Burdens of the replete.
All that you could ever fathom savored from beneath their feet.

They’re smothering us with patience
Our hearts quiver with our loss.
But we just keep on moving on
For this god that’s all but given up.

And this time…

I barely break the surface of this mire.
I wretch my limbs through broken glass and fire.
I feel this black meniscus wrap my soul.
And all the world just whispers to let go.

I can’t let this be the end
I fight this wire with all I have
It twists and wraps itself around my spine
And you just keep on walking cause you’re still fine.
I still have so much to find
I can’t bear to leave it all behind
I feel myself fade out as you take breath
Stand upon my broken soul, it’s the gift you got from them.

I barely break the surface of this mire.
I wretch my limbs through broken glass and fire.
I feel this black meniscus wrap my soul.
And all the world just whispers to let go.
I barely break the surface of this life.
I stretch and scream and scratch and bleed and die.
I feel you push me down, I won’t let go.
You might breath for now.
You might savor life.
But my hand’s still around your ankle
And I will never die.