Wasteland Carrion
You spent your life dancing on the edge
Daring yourself to get closer for the rush
Just so that you could say that you belonged
To something other than yourself.
You've given it all away
And now you're lost in the seams.
There's nothing left in your liar's lair
Except for the ghastly truths
That litter the floor of your conscience
Like so many cares cast off and abandoned.
You amuse yourself with fallacies.
Lies you've rendered to endure the world.
To make yourself believe that you matter
That you shine in the dark like a supernova exploding
But that illumination is only a powdery residue left on your soul
One that will come back to haunt you
To rip you anew and sunder those illusions you create.
You'll crumble, the stones of your fortress picked away
One, by one, by one...
Until there is nothing inside that shallow husk you call yourself.
I'll be there to carry you off
To return you once more to the barren wasteland where you thrive.
Bring you back to oblivion
Bring a feast to the fowl of carrion
That will carry you over the edge you so craved.
Piece, by piece, by piece...
Daring yourself to get closer for the rush
Just so that you could say that you belonged
To something other than yourself.
You've given it all away
And now you're lost in the seams.
There's nothing left in your liar's lair
Except for the ghastly truths
That litter the floor of your conscience
Like so many cares cast off and abandoned.
You amuse yourself with fallacies.
Lies you've rendered to endure the world.
To make yourself believe that you matter
That you shine in the dark like a supernova exploding
But that illumination is only a powdery residue left on your soul
One that will come back to haunt you
To rip you anew and sunder those illusions you create.
You'll crumble, the stones of your fortress picked away
One, by one, by one...
Until there is nothing inside that shallow husk you call yourself.
I'll be there to carry you off
To return you once more to the barren wasteland where you thrive.
Bring you back to oblivion
Bring a feast to the fowl of carrion
That will carry you over the edge you so craved.
Piece, by piece, by piece...