I thought I could get along with it
Half the way between recovery and submission
I ended up mired in never-ending torment
Since the rules had been set without threshold
I thought I could get along with it
Half the way between recovery and submission
I ended up mired in never-ending torment
Since the rules had been set without threshold
There was nothing left worth it they said
Hollow pledges of assholes licking asses
Screams of wrath, sirens of disarray
Mutilating what remains of a zero sum strategy
Bankrupt stances attributing chaos…
To the one in charge of thousands of destinies
Mirrors are often our worst enemies…
Reflecting what only the blind can see
Blind can see
I woke up only to apprehend
How blurred the image has been
I had relied on a scheme
Of self containment
Perceived as a shield against what the light would be
I decided there was no light but the one I want to be
Perceived as a shield against what the light would be
I decided there was no light but the one I want to be
