Your Viscosity on Down

Say this lot is kismet bound
However, your extant sense reproves what verily enslaves you and your thoughts, allaying the rue that blocks your endeavors, And is tantamount to you and all of your nescient views
But i'm with you

Gestate through your fluent wake where you and i survived since expiration
Watch all of our muted highs rise in good time when fact-based truths dissolve
And day lights dark forever with an atavistic hue
But i'm with you

Cachinnate and commiserate
Yeah, you and i've been long since addlepated
Still all of our viscid slides give rise in time to the light praise that you cave for
So out of line to bait for, all of the times you've prayed for some form of occam's razor to cut your plot to waste

All of your postured centipoise can't conceal your slide clearly from anyone
Your attempts to arise are often foiled by the laws and plight of your thixotropic nature displayed through every failure to weigh the net yield of an array of grey ideals
But it all lacks zeal, so let's exenterate all thoughts of due insurrection

On a rare review of what we'd reasoned out
Hindsight exposed the ruse we ve been playing out
If you know what's best for you, you'll bow out now, trade up for down, and bottom out till you know you've come all unwound (culture drowned by reagents / and plateaued edification: more than a faint indication)

Weighing your shearing stress against a velocity gradient dispensed makes no sense – it's all pretenxx

All of your postured centipoise can't conceal your slide clearly from anyone
Can't solidify when you are boiled by the laws and plight of your thixotropic nature displayed through every failure to weigh the net yield of an array of grey ideals — what your viscosity reveals

Sought release from a crashed, apathetic mind
Just throw your hands up if you dare
It's all so much, too much to bear underneath, when all along we've seen

(We're spilling out the wrists for your anhedonia)
Episodic rue overrode your best efforts to resume
But your will will not relent
Your ingrained dismay endures in spite of everything you say
Kismet ain't the reason you've dismembered
And I hope someday we'll find our limbs together, if we could give you something to get up for

If your thoughts would start to give in, and your scars were all forgiven, and your ceilings knew no limit
No expectations to deliver, but if it'd give you something to get up for...