The Last Of The Rest Was The End

Desperate days
When solutions are sold for a price too high for the exit stage
Can't wait for long
All that my past would tell
Could see all the silence plain as day

Plan until the end
I won't defend
The altercations all fade
Spin out of control
Like all the tolls that I expected to pay
As madness settles in...comfort yourself

Grant us our subsidy
Our contentiousness failed
Passed along
Decedents of the acts themselves
No sense in rising up
When deceptions gone
I said
You said
We said
Kept a log of every exclamation saved

Startled at the truth I might get old anyway
The coefficients off
Save for the life ahead me
No sound can cull a tendency to react to some but disregard the ending scene

Plan until the end
I won't pretend the occupations are sane
Feel out of control
I can't emote
The expiration is real...comfort yourself

Resolve to fail
Makes sense if you're sitting still
Seal off all cares

Shame, I selfishly will not feel safe