I turn my head from the stars
To find I’m bound to the pyre
It feels like every day, another ruthless flame
I think I’m drowning in fire

Another year lost in the wasteland
Another day drowns in dust
Another one dead in the wasteland

I feel it falling apart
Too many blisters and scars
Are we the wick or the flame, are they just one in the same
Was it just doomed from the start

I don’t know which way to run
One thousand different ways but I can’t seem to live with one
So I’m stuck where I’ve begun
Another languid day, can’t seem to break away

When I was young I tried a million different ways to find
A panacea that would hebetate a restless mind
25 and all I find are clever ways to hide
Every night I dream a million different ways for me to die

Every night I close my eyes
I lie awake and try to pacify a listless mind
Nothing’s changed at 35
Still every night I dream a million different ways for me to die

In the ether an ominous sound
An intemperate wave
Locusts engulfing the field
An insatiable plague
Emblazoned in emblems of navy and gray

Perched on the horizon
As they swallow the sun
Made bold with a canting eye
And the warmth of a gun
Gilded in armor of navy and gray

Malevolent storm
Ravenous swarm
Cold and pious they push from the sky
No contrition there, as they circle the field

Stifling the sun with wicked hands
Everything undone with vicious plans

Hand of the shield
Suppressing the field
Hand of the shield
Smothering the field

I stare at the cracks in the wall
And melt into nothing
A silverfish slithering away, from everything

I pick at the cracks in the wall
The rats in the attic meandering by
I feel like I’m losing my grip on everything, I’m drifting away

I stare at the cracks in the wall
I think I’m unravelling
A silverfish slithering away, from everything, and everyone

Each night as I crawl along
Over the sands
I sift through the blood and the fog
Head in my hands

I make my way over the dunes
Desolate and dry
The remnants of empires past
Too stubborn to die
Morbid and familiar
Each hill like the last
The grifters importunate hand
An insatiable grasp

Whispering in semaphore
Pious and vain
Surrounded by sycophants
Withered and gray
He promises deliverance
Day after day
Releasing only pestilence
And festering decay

Everyday I wake up on the floor
Another useless day like every other that’s come before
I can feel it creeping more and more
Don’t think I wanna wake no more, don’t think I wanna live no more

As I press my ear against the floor
A knocking beckons from the barricade on the door
I can hear it pounding more and more
Don’t think that I can take no more, don’t think I wanna live no more

I’m nestling into the soil, observing it all
A peregrine floats above the clouds
I don’t know if I’ll ever espy the root of it all
Still I press my face into the ground, I’m waiting for the hammer to fall

I think I’m beginning to see the root of it all
Myopia gradually giving way
The imminent tide leads to restlessness
A forest springs out of nothingness

The fear promenading away
In its shadow a void
Fix my eye to the barren path
Where I only remain
I’m shedding the burden of restlessness
To rise from the loam of the nothingness