And it's so hard to take your place

Never again I said in my head

Another lie to be fed and I'll never address this

I'd rather die than be led to another detention

With anything with intentions to nurture unrest

As long as I'm alive I'm misspending my time till the end

Deciding I'm not likely to win, I just sit here instead

Don't pry unless you want to come in

This discomfort impends

It's just behind the entrance

It lives to weaken within the hostages kept

Does it make you scorn?

Does it make war?

Does it make you cold?

Does it make you want to tear your hair out?

Does it make you mourn?

Does it engulf?

Does it take a toll?

Does it take you to another world?

Or does it make you hesitate to hold yourself

accountable for your fucking actions?

Such as is true if your issues mold

every tissue that's within you

Sent to undermine by any means, I'll find why

Apprehending everything in and out of sight to sunder

No surprise, the day just repeats with

Never again I said in my head

Another lie to be fed and I'll never address this

I'd rather die than be led to another detention

With anything with intentions to nurture unrest

As long as I'm alive I'm misspending my time till the end

Deciding I'm not likely to win, I just sit here instead

Don't pry unless you want to come in

This discomfort impends

It's just behind the entrance

It lives to weaken within the hostages kept

You talk in tongues intoxicating us all

I'm barely breathing anyway

Now I persist to break this cycle

But I can't seem to take your place