I'm spread too thin in The Capital of Complain
Isolation, all the while we fan the flames
Sound travels faster than smoke
We’re all prisoners inside of our skin
Will everything be okay?
Can anyone really change?
Why can’t I remember your face or how to speak?
Man, this isn’t a joke, so why can’t I stop laughing?
I felt all this before contact deficit
Repeat it
We’re tethered to nothing
What do you want me to say
To make this feeling go away?
We can’t trust in blood
And the Sun kept the seasons out
(Now we’re gone)
And now I hope the cold remembers us
We fan the flames
In fatigue I see in fragments
Shards of past and omnipresent
Severed moments bleeding hours
Both fluid and arthritic, empty and pathetic
I no longer feel for anybody else
Erased, I make my escape
This flesh was never home in the first place
The Earth begins to shutter, the end of everything
At least we have each other
Tethered to nothing
Time once stood so tall
Still wearing these stone walls
Divide and conquer all
We can’t trust in blood
The Sun kept the seasons, not for anyone
And now I hope the cold remembers us
