Post Traumatic Death

An allegiance of forces, disgusted at the pace of life that we've been racing
I think the problem here is our backs turned no facing, turned not facing
Spit those pills out of your mouth, man over machine
Don't make your enemy your mind
Question relying on internal insecurities
They, will, make, you
The spotlight of your own silent circus
Quiet circus
My own just splashed everywhere like spilled milk
Someone please don't cry over it
Unwanted snow sticks with you wherever you go, never melting
This is a call of the utmost importances
The power of the punch is on your side
This is a war cry felt with a sour does of salt rubbed in your eye