eathe inside denial into the ashes of our wasted time
like an only child who's so convincing care never finds
truth in these surroundings,

the longest mass-conception of disgust
faith in these corruptions,
the furthest misdirection of our trust
only when we feel it, ourselves, do we see what we could've seen
only if we feel it, we rise above to all we could've been

on any day like today, it might have mattered to me
on any day like today, i would've cared to see
it was only yesterday that it mattered to me
it was only yesterday i would've cared to see