The sickness runs deep within me
Knowing it runs on tracks of unkempt light
Timeless cuts replace timeless scars
Crimson like the sun but dark as the night
Truth is, I don't wanna be saved
Eons pass within this free caged room
Just silence is my friend and fulfilled enemy
Eons upon eons of wasted breath
Eternally recycled by my mouth's savagery
Old air, is all that is left within
The anxiety of nothing is my mother
Sweet and overprotective all too well guarded
She ties my ball and chain to my legs
Painful like a spike but tireless like it's hearted
She is, the angel of my burdens
The sadness breathing is my father
Stern and always there as he always should
He buries my hopes and dreams within
Terrified like a wasteland but hopeful for something could
He is, the edge with I write
No light can penetrate the iron curtain drawn
No darkness can escape the doorless ambition
In idleness truth I can leave anytime I wish
In sorrowful truth I can't leave this eon free cage
No crops of hope, no clouds of rain,
just wastelands
Triumph couldn't be so wrong
Defeat couldn't be so wrong
Lifeless, lifelong eons as a coward
Forever, immortal within unpowered
From my cup I drink dust
From my cuts I bleed rust
And the eons pass
