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And So We Wait

I speak to inanimate objects
To filter frustration I cannot contain
It seems I've become this insect
Never to reform, never to refrain
From a bridge of devotion
A chaos I can only welcome with arms wide open
with no hope of restitution
I attest for the struggle of those who have no faith in

A change to come and wash away the nightmare
That leaves one choking on this thin air
Heaving and grieving we become as bare
As the dessert sand that pushes through my hair

Broken and weary but I find comfort in this misery
I have laid down for far too long
I resolute a stand for those who no longer can
This heart drenched proclamation of a song
touching hands with death then dragging back
Because we live for the thrill of holding on
kissing the lips of fate and then stretching back
from a grave of surrender thats not as strong

As change to come and wash away the nightmare
That leaves one choking on this thin air
Heaving and grieving we become as bare
As the dessert sand that pushes through my hair

claw out this reoccurring shame
Deny all that hopes to veer me from my motive
Break free from this prison of the mundane
A mediocre day I can no longer purchase
if its all the same to that which oppresses me
I can create a prison of my own
For I'd rather fall by my own hands
than to be aware I've been left to never know

theres change to come and wash away the nightmare
That leaves one choking on this thin air
Heaving and grieving we become as bare
As the dessert sand that pushes through my hair