leading the tables turn
as we fail not to create
a false sense of eradication
to revel in, separation
I detest this life
inching but seeming to end this life
surprising your neurons its all with time
that meaning will creep in side
much sooner you will find,
youll find your closer, closer to the fucking fight
closer to the fucking.........
fire its depleting but the spark will soon rekindle all that
truly recedes
I have no place to show you it will come trust me
you soon shall see
I wish that our lives weren't
the facade they seem to be
some how the purpose was just lost for me
left to your discretion
you decide....your only
dont let the oppression
manipulate your only way
leading the times have turned to show the
mass decay of your will to fight
in separation only to see eradication