UIOP (A Final Reprieve)

Turn and face the jury

It's time we plead our case to thee

Failing to remember exactly how this came to be

In night comes a shade only dreamed of by day

Sentenced with a paragraph

A hyperbolic epitaph

The taste decays as we descend the endless days

To feed and prey upon the fading fortunes of tomorrow

The agony of all you fear repeats itself into the mirror

The mantras of the morbid

Unbound

How do you plea?

Unwound

The verdict, please

Guilty by association

Inside these walls we wait

Suffering divided by seasons

Bringing the hammer down

Condemned beyond evidence of reason

Life of concrete and iron

We beg for a final reprieve

Light the torch and bear the shame

Of those who cannot believe

Of those who cannot believe

Of those who cannot believe

We became too big to fall, so soft

Too exposed to feel this lost

Candy-coated hammers pound at the back of our fading resolve

To believe

It all was a childish fever dream

Too big to explore, too far to run and scream

Bleeding day by day

The wretched carcass on display

Cast aside, and banished to the unknown

Mistakes, we've made a few

But what were we supposed to do?

Beaten, torn, and tattered to the bone

Unbound

How do you plea?

Unwound

The verdict, please

Guilty by association