A sliver of hope
Hanging on the edge of tomorrow
Reciting familiar
Melodies of excess
To shield yourself
From this grim position
Shrugging off
Tauntings of irony
Clouded inertia
New strings lay waste to the future
There's no limit to self infliction
In pretext
If you can
Bear the weight
Pulled apart
By motivation
To a false fucking standard
Cracked open but still breathing
Clouded inertia
New strings lay waste to the future
There's no limit to self infliction
In pretext
Leaving the decision to a question mark
Basking in the dullness of repetition
Realization in nightfall
Coercion suffocates an objective reflection
Plagued by gravity
The signs come and go
