The Flensed

I didn't care for the hand's
Culpable caress that youth demands

I can see the debt in your eyes
That you slept on

Cause you can only ask so much
About a job, about a class
About things absolutely unnecessary to ask

I've been nothing but open with you
Now I wonder if I'm too open for my own good

This death march has allowed me to see
Madness disguised as anemic treaties

Cause it's so sequentially un-required of me

A status quo to ignite some memory; to retain allure

These are your last minutes before the bloody surf
Yeah, the biggest crime was that never you pulled it off

Not really

Oh, they're normal people that love gossiping
Oh, they're business people trying to be interesting
Oh, they're ugly people sharing nasty feelings

OH, WHAT THE HELL AM I THEN?

Surrounded by directionless maps
It's not as easy as writing in "ambition"
To fill in their blanks

Your favorite chatterbox
Hasn't faltered for very long

To allow him to sell you, in depreciating value
The cheapest truth that we can afford

So let the intricate smiles begin
Only fatal till the last minutes of this
Acrimonious overture's crescendo

Still the same old drunk cadet
The very same your fresh friends don't know of yet
My god, life can be so much longer than you expect

But don't forget the minor detail
Terms and conditions may apply
(A crack on the head is just what you'll get)