Gone are the days of evasion, existence is how you create What ever compels you to keep on fucking embrace it So long as the missing piece of the puzzle is split down the middle We had better prepare ourselves for perpetual winter
Why do we do this to ourselves Continuous escape a living hell Like those other lovers hidden under the covers It's so empty in the arms of another
See what you've done You're irresistible with your sordid stories, the morbid glory of it all Remember when times were worth celebrating Pour the wine for the fallen friends and foes singing in unison
My hell is a blank piece of paper Staring back at me My hell is wasted potential Haunting me