On The Verge

A man stands hiding a large machine
His hand is stuck
You can see it in the way he tries to fight his own pose
The verge is close

The body's in vacancy
The Last Part of his decency struggles to regain control
It's taking it's toll

The next few seconds will
Determine the nature and colour of his legacy
The Last Straw to Break the
Back of the Camel is Being Clutched and Tucked Away

(Wet rug)
Taking the blow
(Accumulating grit in on your record)
Once more
Creating an itch - you're withering
(Spiraling out of touch)
(Blank stare)
Scratching, infecting, the rash on your skin
(Concealing within all the recent)
It's creeping
(You feel inside)

Talk to me please! Tell me about all of the burdens you always hide
Is it hard to keep lying?
How many times? Have you barely been able to keep your wrath at bay?
Lost your way without saying

A slip of a nerve was all it took for out
For Circumstances to be turning up side down
Her face disfigured in the carpet
Regret swells up
And your desperation reveals itself
For the first seconds in a while you spoke your mind

Now you're scared of the marks you made
Do you think that there are those
Who can look at you once and shake your hand
And see what you've been doing?
The sweat runs down your side
You're open wide

The moment's passed and the blow is dealt
You crossed a threshold
Steep enough separate the world from your burdens
It'll never return

The stains on the living room floor
Speaks of a mind lost once and for all
Pushing far beyond the limit and
Speeding away past the point of no return

(Wet rug)
Taking the blow
(Accumulating grit in on your record)
Once more
Scratching the plates that covers the
(Spiraling out of touch)
(Blank stare)
Basement in which it lurks
(Concealing within all the recent)
Does she deserve it?
(You feel inside)

How do you feel? Lost and disposed as your rage converts to fear
Is your eyesight clearer?
When did you turn?
Deranged to the point where your mother won't meet your gaze?
Don't say it's just a phase