The walls dance on the hillside
Claws pull from fester tides
Unease in tall knives
Grass and tall lies
Underfoot the fall lies

Shaky walkways over the abyss
In the middle idle and gaze
Watch as the bridge sways
Look up and see idle days
Am I crazed or am I unphased

Feels like I could just slip into the abyss
Fall and leave behind all the fleeting nothingness
But I'd hate for others to feel amiss
If I were to be missed
So I sway and make lists

Lists about why I am so listless
Maybe cause I sleep in fits
Or cause nothing really fits
Is it cause everyone's sick
Is it cause no one'll ride my ****

The devil resides in my mental state
Where lust and wrath own real estate
Greed and envy are my fate
Sloth is why I'm always late
My pride allows them to stay

Devils in the details, devils in my failures
What does that entail for a being of years
In the entrails read a future filled with tears
Dangerous trails are predicted by seers
Death on the pale predicted by my fears

Still believed to have a few years staring at the abyss
More years to wile away with my shaky hands and lists
When the bridge collapse and I can say this is it
I'll say cheers right before the ground rises and hits
As I relapse in my personal apocalypse