Menace of Proportion
Cold sterile sheet pulled over my head
Lured by despair, not alive and not dead
Clenched eyes safely depriving me
Burden of frustration my condition's provided me
Never mind what reality states
Objective blood flow in terminal veins
I'm out of energy to grieve or pout
With no foundation for belief or doubt
Fuck the way it was supposed to be
There is no way it was supposed to be
I am the trough where the vermin feast
I am the gear that's been denied its grease
I am the arch when the axe man swings
I am the gravity that tugs your wings
Faltered and disarmed
Structures and systems dissolved
Questions burn like
Do I accept collapse as natural order
Or make it my purpose
Fuck the way it was supposed to be
There is no way it was supposed to be
I am a mannequin of cogs and pistons
Conveniently arranged to uphold flawed traditions
Wear the mask of a survivor, play the role of a victim
To avoid responsibility for my own decisions
Fuck the way it was supposed to be
There is no way it was supposed to be
Confine my crisis to be boundaries of this room
The undulation of banality
Is the clock that seals this tomb
Your artificial remedy for meaninglessness
Is fragile as the nails and wood your savior depicts
Sheltered by solitude
The menace of proportion deplumed
Fuck the way it was supposed to be
There is no way it was supposed to be
Lured by despair, not alive and not dead
Clenched eyes safely depriving me
Burden of frustration my condition's provided me
Never mind what reality states
Objective blood flow in terminal veins
I'm out of energy to grieve or pout
With no foundation for belief or doubt
Fuck the way it was supposed to be
There is no way it was supposed to be
I am the trough where the vermin feast
I am the gear that's been denied its grease
I am the arch when the axe man swings
I am the gravity that tugs your wings
Faltered and disarmed
Structures and systems dissolved
Questions burn like
Do I accept collapse as natural order
Or make it my purpose
Fuck the way it was supposed to be
There is no way it was supposed to be
I am a mannequin of cogs and pistons
Conveniently arranged to uphold flawed traditions
Wear the mask of a survivor, play the role of a victim
To avoid responsibility for my own decisions
Fuck the way it was supposed to be
There is no way it was supposed to be
Confine my crisis to be boundaries of this room
The undulation of banality
Is the clock that seals this tomb
Your artificial remedy for meaninglessness
Is fragile as the nails and wood your savior depicts
Sheltered by solitude
The menace of proportion deplumed
Fuck the way it was supposed to be
There is no way it was supposed to be
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Writer(s): Ryan Struck
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