Excuses As Nooses
The lives that we've led, the lies that we lead
Ourselves to edge to see if we bleed
When what's left is only what we tell ourselves in our heads
Everything is as fleeting as the breath that we breathe
How do we stop falling casualty?
Who am I to question
How we deceive ourselves into this projected reality?
Why is it taking so long to kick in?
How do we know which way cycles will spin?
Predictive as predators, we move with the wind
Made martyr when blessed with the original sin
But we're cleansing the cursed palate
It ends how it begins
The lies that we lead into lives that we've led
Like spiders we've weaved the most tangled of webs
Let's put those habits to rest
Let's put that culture to bed
Set fire to the nest
Bad energy lets ego rise from the dead
Projecting perfection is perception misled
We've conceived the cure
But it's often unsaid
So let's make peace with the remedy
And put two in the back of the head
Exasperated the explanation
Out of the shittiest situation
Milk the blood from the stone
So every red cent is worth
The wasted time and inspiration and
Mindless conversations that wear upon my patience
I will not fake enjoyment
can't feign any sense of entertainment
How are you so complacent?
I can't fucking take it
Are you really happy here
Or just comfortable and warm?
Does it even resonate
Or seem to matter anymore?
Does it even click at all?
Or are we just disassociating waiting for the fall? Fall
Ourselves to edge to see if we bleed
When what's left is only what we tell ourselves in our heads
Everything is as fleeting as the breath that we breathe
How do we stop falling casualty?
Who am I to question
How we deceive ourselves into this projected reality?
Why is it taking so long to kick in?
How do we know which way cycles will spin?
Predictive as predators, we move with the wind
Made martyr when blessed with the original sin
But we're cleansing the cursed palate
It ends how it begins
The lies that we lead into lives that we've led
Like spiders we've weaved the most tangled of webs
Let's put those habits to rest
Let's put that culture to bed
Set fire to the nest
Bad energy lets ego rise from the dead
Projecting perfection is perception misled
We've conceived the cure
But it's often unsaid
So let's make peace with the remedy
And put two in the back of the head
Exasperated the explanation
Out of the shittiest situation
Milk the blood from the stone
So every red cent is worth
The wasted time and inspiration and
Mindless conversations that wear upon my patience
I will not fake enjoyment
can't feign any sense of entertainment
How are you so complacent?
I can't fucking take it
Are you really happy here
Or just comfortable and warm?
Does it even resonate
Or seem to matter anymore?
Does it even click at all?
Or are we just disassociating waiting for the fall? Fall
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Writer(s): Zachariah Milhorn
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