Provocated Immaterial Lyrics


This...won't...do

Standing on a wing during a storm

That's the extent of my resignation

My intentions were clear from the start

Wanted more  attention than what I received

Provocated, Immaterial

Grows the list of similar failures

On a pedestal, being unreachable

Withholding contact like tossing a stick

This...won't...do

A mere stick to fend for Myself

Distant memory of what might have been

Follow once more [the trail,] my path to failure

Do You see now?

Do You See me now? x4

My Path to Failure x3