We have reached our breaking point
what would it take for all of this to fade away,
to disappear.
Bring me acid to bathe my eyes and fire to cleanse my tongue.
Longing for a purity that can no longer exist.
We will just have to see this through.
Events set in motion, in the name of progress choke the very air from our throats.
Attempt to make success a human right.
Your house of cards is bound to fall,
and I will laugh when it comes down,
and just drink another round,
I've no sympathy for you.
Apathy my attitude.
I don't give a f*ck.
about your cries for help.
(you never once helped yourself)
This can't really be the way you want to live your life.
(you still have a chance to save yourself)