| My timeline is a wire wrapped tight around my neck
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| Slowing apathy swells, give in to disconnect
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| Unworldly transmission fed to relive the shame
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| I don’t want a trial, I’ll take all the blame
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| A stone stolid council Speaks dogmatically
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| Bullets and anecdotes divided evenly
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| A chilling consciousness wakes me from the trance
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| It redefines my mind I’ll never have a chance
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| Nothing, giving, unworthy offering
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| Losing, feeling like a bird with clipped wings
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| Sinking feeling, pushing down on me
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| Swimming, drowning, in a toxic red sea
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| The blow shatters my remission
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| Fracture patterns show through my skin
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| Please understand this was not my plan
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| No, I gotta know
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| Does it matter where my heart’s been
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| Fracture patterns show through my skin
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| Please understand this was not my plan
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| No, I gotta go
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| Weightless restraint floating away, evaporating
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| The impulse grows in clouds below, cascading
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| Dripping whisper, falling faster, raining
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| Raining
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| Raining
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| RAINING |