You're outnumbered by those with a spiritual light that feuds the blight
You're in a field of solace behind monoliths that are loosely aligned
With every emotion that rushes through the rifts like mountains in the shrouds
You can reach your arm over the walls and latch onto monotonous sounds
God this is amazing, hand lingered on and became anonymous
Face is deep gray, possessed with the murderous incompetent
Living under a younger ruthless crowd of love but i'm improvident
Myopic thoughts are sleep-inducing but somewhat pastiche
Don't string yourself again, after yourself's disease
Because there is no farewell, once there's a leash

I've learned every moment holds no perfection
Bottomless pit seemingly becomes frondescent
Rinsing out the dark without a resembling sire
I hope my never-resting time will lead to an ephemeral desire
Clutching at the straws whilst clutching a hidden phase
Until denial will untangle on a pale misselling display
Apparently you must pity the world or it'll belittle you
Mask me please, it'll be easier to talk to you
I'm quick to deny that opulence can help with coping
I'll run through barricades of questioning and the whispers roaming
In a gaudy spring, pondering on what door to knock on
Only to figure out that what I find attractive isn't fond
*All my burdens and all my fears will not be gone
I don't want to be a drag but
*For the first time in my life, I don't know where I belong

I can hear something in the closet breathing all heavy and deep
Digging for air and down on your knees

Fear of asunder
Needs no shelter
I've been lied to
The soulless clues
A ships sunken burn
Now a change of worth

I don't want to talk anymore
Still you go on & on & on
Still I wave once more
Still silent all along

The taste of your lips was a subtle hint
It is what it is,
Just know I did not want it to be like this

I don't want to live anymore
Still I go on & on & on
Still a pet and no more
Still silent all along

I'm falling but you keep walking, it just isn't fair
You're never misleading, its of the colour of your hair
Lies are a value, the truth is a terrible tear

Born from a carrion crow, a secondary soul
A stumbling first step can get both high and low
Our fall are others inner joy, and inner meaning grotto
Life is a jungle filled with snow, life is a story over-told
It'd be lies without our mouth's constant need for ammo
Let's slide senseless into a fictive reality rather than candid
Where a billion stars all around that seem to think we're attractive
Without assuming they're antic
Lets waste our time on cheap talk and wine
For shallow compliments we need a shirt and tie
A long slow drive, drugs to whirl and jive
Without quivering the sky
Lets pretend that we're beautiful to get something in return
Only to be garnished with coffee stains and cigarette burns
Bewailing about how we enjoyed our youth
We wither irrelevantly, slowly we discern
Slowly we're concerned
Lets drain our energies for over eight hours straight
Burning the faded floral wallpaper to laminate
Lusting feverishly in the tumbled bed to truncate
This isn't for fulfilment, at least it doesn't start that way