The Current

Yeah

Washed away by the flood

Carried by a current of catastrophe

We will never know why

Tragedy finds who it finds

Move

I feel the pressure

Smothered by unanswered questions

Avert your gaze but the image remains

You have answers but you don't say anything

I close my eyes

I still see the nightmare

Another waiting room

The doctor's eyes fall to the floor

It's hard to discard my apathy

I tried caring and it didn't do shit for me

Things are what they fucking are

It's up to you to decide

Will you break down? Or will you break through?

Resigned to my fate

One way or another

We find our way to tragedy

Will you break down? Or will you break through?

So tell me, will you break down or will you break through?