Lyrics Accustom - Arkh Zeus, Owen

Accustom

How far does this rabbit hole go?
The saddest ticks bite at my soul
Pour more kerosine in this well, I might float
Then again, I might choke
Just strike a match
That would be the perfect way to ensure
That there won’t be no fighting back
I can feel this cursed aura get warmer
Always finds a way to trap me in a corner
At this point, I can’t react, I blame the boredom, whoa
Even in the post-mortem, whoa
I wake up to the same
I wake up to the same
I wake up to the same
I wake up to the same
I wake up to the same
I wake up to the same
I wake up to the same
I wake up to the same
I wake up to the same
Decaying slowly, but decaying surely
This crazy cycle is just the way for me
I wake up to the same
Decaying slowly, but decaying surely
This crazy cycle is just the way for me
I’ve grown accustomed to it
I’ve grown accustomed to it
I’ve grown accustomed to it
I’ve grown accustomed to it
I’ve grown accustomed to it
I’ve grown accustomed to it
I’ve grown accustomed to it
I’ve grown accustomed to it