Devaluation

I had to step back to breathe

Internal attack on me

The well's running dry for good

Same goes for my eyes, they should

In the end, I realize we're dust from the stars

A strange sensation is all that we are

And we wanna be more even though we're unsure of the space we're in

I don't mean anything and the value I bring isn't worth the cost

Nothing at all, nobody's there

All that we do, nobody cares

And then, the dust is gone

Conniption fit

Conniption fit

The bigger picture is beyond

A carbon fissure on its own

Who will find what

When we're all done?