Ouroboros II: One Life, One Weight

I didn't walk out on a town that just wouldn't burn when I was on fire
Into the fever of the city to get a little more nowhere
The days crawl by
And for some sick little reason
The nights make me feel even less alive

The routine moon, the aisling sun
The mechanical grind, the perpetual drudge
And all my rage, the rage of stone
It's weighing me down with savage disgust

And it's dragging me back under again

The routine is coming in heads over tails
Teeth into scales
And it's biting down hard again

Whenever I'm light on my wings
The pendulum always swings
And I come down hard again

The moon shines cold on my head full of lead
And I don't feel like I've come out of my twenties alive
Each passing day, I grow unwell in a new way
And time keeps eating away at the good stuff

The worst always turns to worse, I've been dealing in hurt
Like a memorial of youth idly biding its time
But our life is a journey through winter and night
We look for our way in a sky without light



Credits
Writer(s): Bert Hofmans, Jasper Dufraing, Jelle Laurijssen, Jente Otten
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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