the blood has dried the time has past
we're not devices built to last
but somehow, someway, we just keep going
so frayed, so strained, crushed
by the weight of the world
but somehow, someway, I just keep going
like tore-up ragged toys, that stitches couldn't mend
I don't think we'll break, but we'll surely bend
each day, burn out, feeling strained
each night spent looking for escape
all the madness just won't go away
your voice, a hollow echo
from a distant yesterday
pull me into obsolescence
push me to depravity
and my mind's on fire
overwhelmed and distending
sedated by your essence
lulled into complacency