life is an escape and freedom is our war
that wages forever more
left without vision and fed lies
to feel fit enough to face the end
in constant stimulation
all will entertain
finding new ways to waste the time
day after day
never knowing what will become
or why we’re going this path we decided to take
so long past
we hate, we feel
breathe and twitch
life is so desolate
inch by inch
(a death unreal, so surreal)
mile after mile
day after day
what are we in this mess?
this wicked filth
we’ve all grown so accustomed to
resist
this constant battle against ourselves
i feel it’s all going away
but please tell me when it’s over
feel sick
this sickness inside
life is a sword with double edges
(that cuts and carves where we abide)
life is a hole
that we’re always falling through
and falling out
day after day
help me to remember yesterday
because i just don’t need to anymore
i’m living for now
and dying then
or just somewhere in between