Last Rights
Looking for some conversation
Thank god there's no one here
Interjection makes me weak
Looking for an explanation
On why it's so unclear
How my days have grown so bleak
Last rights, my settlement
Bestows its empty threats on all
But no one's here
Last rights, my settlement
Bestows its empty threats on all
But no one's here
Left for dead in isolation
The minutes seem like years
I'm a past tense so I hear
Left for dead, I complain
I'm the one who caused this pain
My selfishness will be the death of me
Last rights, my settlement
Bestows its empty threats on all
But no one's here
Last rights, my settlement
Bestows its empty threats on all
But no one's here
I fear my days have complicated
My affliction has immigrated
From the surface, to the bone
To this tattered soul
And I fear that it's contagious
And I fear its consequences
But I know it's just loneliness
And that's all
Looking for some conversation
Thank god there's no one here
Interjection makes me weak
Looking for an explanation
On why it's so unclear
How my days have grown so bleak
Last rights, my settlement
Bestows its empty threats on all
But no one's here
Last rights, my settlement
Bestows its empty threats on all
But no one's here
Last rights, my settlement
Bestows its empty threats on all
But no one's here
Last rights, my settlement
Bestows its empty threats on all
But no one's here
Thank god there's no one here
Interjection makes me weak
Looking for an explanation
On why it's so unclear
How my days have grown so bleak
Last rights, my settlement
Bestows its empty threats on all
But no one's here
Last rights, my settlement
Bestows its empty threats on all
But no one's here
Left for dead in isolation
The minutes seem like years
I'm a past tense so I hear
Left for dead, I complain
I'm the one who caused this pain
My selfishness will be the death of me
Last rights, my settlement
Bestows its empty threats on all
But no one's here
Last rights, my settlement
Bestows its empty threats on all
But no one's here
I fear my days have complicated
My affliction has immigrated
From the surface, to the bone
To this tattered soul
And I fear that it's contagious
And I fear its consequences
But I know it's just loneliness
And that's all
Looking for some conversation
Thank god there's no one here
Interjection makes me weak
Looking for an explanation
On why it's so unclear
How my days have grown so bleak
Last rights, my settlement
Bestows its empty threats on all
But no one's here
Last rights, my settlement
Bestows its empty threats on all
But no one's here
Last rights, my settlement
Bestows its empty threats on all
But no one's here
Last rights, my settlement
Bestows its empty threats on all
But no one's here
Credits
Writer(s): Mike Pelino
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