Into the Hellmouth

There will come a day when you will Look around And think I was the one In a million shotguns That could evade the ricochet But then it happened I let you down It's already underway Seeping in Schizophrenic In a state of emergency that keeps me awake Pushed to the wits' end, your half life The sugary static tones Hypnotic and endless Disorient rats that were born Never knowing the sky And now contemplate their maze But does it even matter When heretics are still marked as villains? We're only following crumbs to the gallows Eyewitness hues dark as ink and cannon fodder crimson Tides are rising with each brushstroke of This fallen angel's bloodshot view In a crisis of identity I lay it down Improvising at your funeral parade Because there will come a day When you won't look for me But don't blame the author Of the book you were burning I mean, it's allegiant enough to The state of emergency We'll keep you awake Testing your limits All shelf life expired The violence you use to compel the doubt And god fearing, the cultural landscape Is littered and bruised like the fruit that fell From the tree of knowledge of suffering There's so many things I don't yet understand about your nature Perhaps we are doomed to collapse beneath The burden of being alone In a state of of emergency In a crisis of identity I lay it down Improvising at your funeral In a state The state of emergency It's devil's food cake It keeps me away from the thing That I really care about and the people that I Could not make it home without It's a sorry state The state of emergency