Cause everything has fallen apart.
The endless cycle of idea; action.
So, here's the thing, you bring your big mouth to the table, and it never amounts to anything. Everyone is so full of shit at this point I've set myself aflame just to that point. No one amounts to anything, everyone is a fucking let-down, and every ambition ends in disappointment. So fuck it, I should have known this years ago. You're going to wallow, and I guess I'll do the same, because I don't have a choice. You will stay miles away, and that's okay. I will always survive, somehow. Hobbling along on a broken leg and mind. You'll get filled with countless lost boys, and I'll spend my time deactivating the little sex drive I have left, tired of running to the same empty answers. Everything ends. Eternal is an illusion. Permanence is idealism. I've learned that. Everyone will fire cannons into your cheekbones if you let them close enough, and I'm too bruised and broken to continue with an empty smile. EVERYONE BETRAYS. I have no taste for human interaction anymore.
So sit eternally silent, and wait for the sunrise again.
You will see it alone, but it's better than giving into the endless night. The cold is coming to destroy this all. YOUANSWERFROMOTHERBOYSBEDS.
The winter will arrive, and I will stand tall and alone in the cold, like some Darwinian hero.
Most of all, I have been successful in surviving myself, which is far more of a torrent than you can muster.
So, here's the thing, you bring your big mouth to the table, and it never amounts to anything. Everyone is so full of shit at this point I've set myself aflame just to that point. No one amounts to anything, everyone is a fucking let-down, and every ambition ends in disappointment. So fuck it, I should have known this years ago. You're going to wallow, and I guess I'll do the same, because I don't have a choice. You will stay miles away, and that's okay. I will always survive, somehow. Hobbling along on a broken leg and mind. You'll get filled with countless lost boys, and I'll spend my time deactivating the little sex drive I have left, tired of running to the same empty answers. Everything ends. Eternal is an illusion. Permanence is idealism. I've learned that. Everyone will fire cannons into your cheekbones if you let them close enough, and I'm too bruised and broken to continue with an empty smile. EVERYONE BETRAYS. I have no taste for human interaction anymore.
So sit eternally silent, and wait for the sunrise again.
You will see it alone, but it's better than giving into the endless night. The cold is coming to destroy this all. YOUANSWERFROMOTHERBOYSBEDS.
The winter will arrive, and I will stand tall and alone in the cold, like some Darwinian hero.
Most of all, I have been successful in surviving myself, which is far more of a torrent than you can muster.