These structures they seem so firm. We built this house in the form of a home, but resented the fact that we were always alone.
One by one we still followed the ways of the old with repetitious intent hoping to never be swallowed alive.
Oh, here they come. Just stay down, just stay.
These towers of pride now reign over our heads. Preserving the minds that keep us from being whole.
I wanna be whole. I gotta be whole. Please make me whole.
Keep defining your worth from the height that you've gained. Up from your kingdom on high. Though these cracks on the floor speak of a different tale, remising the ideas that we are all still sane.
Fallen by the way that you've made.
While hypocrisy claims your name.
Hollowed out hearts can still weigh a ton.
In the wake of these plagues Im still finding relief that these faults are bringing divide. Without a word or action displayed now falls the cowl of a reverie that hid your heart.
Everything that you wanted to be was just a facade for your apathy, and though your claims keep coming I can't seem to make them out.
Your claims keep coming but I can't seem to make them out.
This entropy ends with me. Subsiding, rewriting.
No killers remorse will be spared by a harvest rendered by fear.
What was it really that you wanted to be?