lyrics
There is nothing inside me.
I am barren;
A loathsome container,
For blood and water.
Eternal retainer,
Of mud and mortar,
So decrepit,
Naught but cypher can be built.
With purpose unclear,
And crippled by fear,
Faith is abandon,
And I am She.
With everything given,
And nothing achieved.
The promise plundered pallid,
Drained with my colour,
And siphoned of each,
Dear itemised remnant.
That I'd associate.
With me.
Now every home in this hamlet,
Is hollowed out.
Ransacked and pillaged.
And burnt down to the filthy ground.
Where now I lie flat,
And in memoriam,
Will sink only but deeper;
This task will be my keeper.
God knows I tried to stand,
For what feels like eternity,
But these limbs have frozen solid;
Sunk like stoic stalagmites.
Into the soil.
It has broken my will;
I am not who I was,
And all that's left behind is waste,
Of insular thought,
And tangible guilt,
For such squandering and dear, sweet, atrophy of prospect.
So I will stand before this Sepulcher,
And make amends for my mistakes.
As success is where,
Preparation and these opportunities collide,
And I,
Am unprepared.
So we must stand before this Sepulcher,
And make amends for our mistakes.
Or at least we'll fake it in front of you just to make you feel compensated,
For the suffering it must have caused you to sit through this revolting,
Reflective nonsense that we insist on ejecting.
But it is all I care to offer.
And I do not care for requests.
credits
license
all rights reserved