The distance
Between where I am
And where I want to be
Is always the same
Escapism prolonging escape
Circumstantial complacency
Self-destruction becomes
A means of survival
An endless cycle
The futility of
Trying to find the
Difference between
Beginning and ending
From the burial plot in the garden
Underneath the ashen oak
I offer one final plea
Mouth filling up with dirt
I was more than the weight of my work
Thе shadow of a dream deferrеd
The one who feeds you controls you
Did I ever have a choice?
Close my eyes
None of this is real
Disposable, replaceable, walls closing in
Look within myself, face of wax
Another 40 hours gone, this isn't living
Bloodshot eyes
I'm alright, I'm on fire
Second job, spread too thin
Still in debt, no way out
Didn't eat, it's not safe
Fading fast, to be alone
Ghosts haunting ghosts