Requisite Catastrophes

Why do we base our lives on breaking everything

 There's only so much grace on down the line

 Like all the cuts that happen just in time

 The patterned whispers pantomimed

 And the cycles we repeat time after time

 As science waits for us to all believe it's true

 The chemicals we breathe lead to decay

 And as the blood keeps racing to our heads

 As we lie sequestered in our beds

 We can't think of a single thing to say

 While the requisite catastrophes lie guilty by our sides

 Preventing us from forging our way through

 But we were never brave enough to push beyond our fears

 And obediently dream that it was true

 It was true

 We spent a fortune at forgetting who we are

 Instead we're left defined by things possessed

 By virtue or entitlement

 We're left to wonder where it went

 And did we even understand at all

 We've bred our own disasters

 But we don't know what it's for

 Just stumble and believe

 Like a thousand times before

 So caught up running faster

 Toward a paradigm so sure

 To terrified to leave

 Or hope for something more

 Some days are just survival

 Inside a world as hard as stone

 We commiserate on fortunes

 And a fate that's all our own

 You can curse your own complacence

 Or better breach the highest wall

 To find solace in reflection

 And we were never here at all