Commited to Fiction

Whatever makes you hate me
Whatever makes you smile
With every drop of blood, I'm commited to the fiction
Of making you happy with yourself
So come on, bring me down
I won't fight back, I swear
I'm attracted to sinking
Release your sad, somber excuse
Vexation cuts in the night
You'll be the knife
I'll play the role of the rope
You'll be the knife

How could you let this take the best of us?
You just close your eyes
We put the horizon to sleep, we'll be remembered for that
We given birth to oblivion
And if I'd die for you, won't you suture my wounds?
Snapped straight in half
You let silence take the best of us

I can't forget, I won't forget

Capsizing the earth inside a pinhead
A complicated scheme from poison nerves
For this perversion of the truth
I'll pacify
The masochistic sound
Of you not giving a fuck

Paper planes on fire
Ink spilled all around the guts of the midnight desert
I let my hatred go with the wind and come back
With a lesson learned
No epiphanies, no second chance
Only calcified swarms of mute black stars
Torch the skies

No apologetic ground before your eyes
A bitter touch of failure down my throat