Heirloom

In the bright blue, there's a feeling

That will bring you right to your knees and

It'll keep you from believing any whispered word from the wilted

Don't you feel like you've been cheated?

That the mark we made on the ceiling

Is a loose lip still revealing every dark truth in our inheritance

Drag right through the wreckage we're left to tend to

Those heirlooms

And let them fall prey to the casually cruel

Forced to grin and bear the burden

All the damage that in our names was

Doubled-down on and then sold somehow

As a gift from the generation

That just chewed up all that once was

Then to spit us out with the fragments of

Bones that can't be broken down because

One can only be so full of shit at once

Drag right through the wreckage we're left to tend to

Those heirlooms

Let them fall prey to the casually cruel

Had enough of writhing bright about it

No one asks for life, they just make it through

Reticent from rotting raw around it

What was once so full is running now on fumes

Turns out there's an arrogance to it

That cannot be swallowed any longer, no

Burning red on the hot concrete about it

Since nothing else has seemed to work yet

Won't you

Drag right through the wreckage we're left to tend to

Those heirlooms

And let them fall prey too

Drag right through the wreckage we're left to tend to

Those heirlooms

And let them fall prey to the casually cruel

Are you proud to have built a future truly destitute

Where no feet move?