Atomic Clockwork

Boy, you'd better give it all you've got
Because they won't accept your sympathy
Cutting red across nightmares
Who cares?
Who cares, they remember your face

There's no epic to be told
And I've just crumbled under the pressure
Of striding in submission

Don't let them taste your blood 'cause
Don't let them taste your blood 'cause
They'll pacify the threat and affliction
The fiction
The pictures of you and them

Still no epic to be told
As I've just crumbled under the pressure
This is the end of us all

(And I can't seem to beg for this)

No deviations in syntax
No demon-means to alleviate the friction
With dirty words alliterated
Faded dreams of I am bound to fly

But for now
Was I rising up or was I falling straight down?
Was I ever going to be the one to make it out?
Suck it up
Was I ever going to be the one to make it out?
Self awareness was never something apprised to me

But the wall's laughing at you
Listen

But illusion
Now separate mind from the self
From what you'd wanted and needed