Every living creature will die alone
Unto me
Of piety and obsessive faith
The boundaries of rest
It's like they could answer your questions of death
To worsen and disease
A place in the cold
Amphetamine moans
We dissolve like snow in phantom grounds
How cold in this place?
Your desperate face
Methadone you own me
Dreamy haze
Surge
I could see when they put you in control
I could see when they sold us out
All is operational
Return your breath and just concentrate
A place in the cold
Amphetamine moans
We dissolve like snow in phantom grounds
Meaningless and left to stare at shapes that form my memories
Weaker now the formal void that left it's taste in my mouth
Difficult to rest in here
Your knife still sharpens at my spine
Turning too much in my sleep
The shapes on the wall answer me
Thoughts are racing
I'm becoming someone I'm not
Don't take me in
You know I'll change again
You have a choice I do not
In vain
The choice is made
We're meant to waste
Closing in too fast
Mother
Should the climate change, we'll drift with the morning tide
Mother
The guiding hand has been absent still for years
No more in spirit than empty in flesh
Lift your ribs in skinny grace
Why would you question divinity's role?
We're the last to carve our names
Slip through the lights
Exploding fields
The distant glow
Our trail concealed
Above the gun
The feeling lasts for days
What we've done
Now far away
Turning too much in my sleep
The shapes on the wall answer me
Thoughts are racing
I'm becoming someone I'm not
Don't take me in
You know I'll change again
You have a choice I do not