| (twentytwenty, was it all worth it?
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| Bodies line the years, doomed kin festers)
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| Survive
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| Survive this by screaming into yourself
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| Things can’t get worse, every year only seems
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| To feel worse (when they come for you)
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| Are we all safe now? |
| are we all fitting in?
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| Assimilate to forget we never belonged
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| Dissociate to beset the nature of fleetingness
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| The fear (will it comfort you?)
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| Th home we dreamt up, carrid away
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| The home we dreamt up, carried away
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| The life we could have had, a promise never meant
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| I thought I knew where I came from
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| Where I fit in, where I relate
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| The tides will change
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| The ground will shift
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| Nothing stays true
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| (meant nothing)
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| You strive all your life to feel welcome in their world, paying dues — used,
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| consumed
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| When their walls come tumbling down, who’d you think will be the first blamed
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| for the fall
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| Fire feeds panic swells (false sense security)
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| Desperate, take the bait
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| Chaos feeds hatred sells (false flag civility)
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| Desolate, take the fall
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| (oh god)
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| You don’t know what you have till it’s gone
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| Stars won’t smile on you (stars won’t smile)
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| There’s no end in sight
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| Where you don’t lose it all
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| No matter when, no matter how
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| So fester, wound
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| Death kneels hardly still
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| Time ends on all
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| Fester, wound
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| We lost our home and so will you
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| Time ends on all still
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| Saving nothing, flailing down (coward)
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| We’ll always get the last word (choke)
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| Only time till we’re all displaced (another war)
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| Who will get the last laugh? |
| (one last laugh)
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| Frail obedient wretch
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| Swallow grievance from a millionaire’s scorn
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| You’re nothing more than an ember to the flame
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| The fires rage to your neighborhoods still
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| Coward, you’re nothing more than an ember to the flame |