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 it's all with time
That meaning will creep inside
Much sooner you will find
You'll find you're closer, closer to the fucking fight
Closer to the fucking
Fire it's 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
Somehow the purpose was just lost for me
Left to your discretion
You decide, your only way
Don't let the oppression
Manipulate your only way
I surrender at my leisure
To the maker of displeasure
Leading the times have turned to show the mass decay of your will to fight
In separation only to see eradication
