We drown in the bile Of a frustrated birth A knife grows in every back Jaws clenched and tongue bitten
These are all wasted words These are all a wastrels words Meanings you will never find Hidden, lurking between the lines
We are revolving to Our drain We are revolving to Our drain
I've lifted my chin And ignored the noose But there is gravity In the centre of the void The seed of its end In every creation Of a sullen cremation
Heels in the tug of tide We shudder on shore Lands end And what have we got? Nothing but memory Success or failure? Gathering our rags We walk into the waves
We are revolving to Our drain We are revolving to Our drain
The brightest light Will gutter, quicker The wax will stifle the wick As we burn For the yearning ember There is nobility in flame For the faltering fire There is only shame
We feel the whine Sharply, in our teeth And all our pasts Chained to our ankles This is not another Slit wrist suicide Its our future drowning In the bile of cyanide
We are revolving to Our drain We are revolving to Our drain
We drown in the bile Of a frustrated birth A knife grows in every back Jaws clenched and tongue bitten
Drowning in the currents Of another fleeting void At the mercy of sleep
The brightest light Will gutter, quicker The wax will stifle the wick As we burn For the yearning ember There is nobility in flame For the faltering fire There is only shame