Under an eclipse of ever-rising feeling
Moving faster through my veins
and bleeding out the sun
thats beating down on our necks
and burning my eyes.
If this is a crutch for the weak,
then I am the least of these.
So cut off my arms and break my legs
so I dont feel this anymore.
Choking on all of the feeling
that Im swallowing in.
Tasting the failure on my lips
that Ive lead in.
And this is my last chance for survival
A last ditch effort to cure my ache.
Were so vain, arent we?
Were so proud and empty.
Were left leaning on our only intrigue.
The lies that Ive told wont bury us whole.
They wont find us in time.
This is the end of the story that I cant forget.
This goes far beyond our loyalites
and we feign as a shield
thats teeming with guilt and resonance
But we held our heads so high.
We have not yet defeated failure.
to moonn6pence fromp apayeverte