And it's so hard to take your place Never again I said in my head Another lie to be fed and I'll never address this I'd rather die than be led to another detention With anything with intentions to nurture unrest As long as I'm alive I'm misspending my time till the end Deciding I'm not likely to win, I just sit here instead Don't pry unless you want to come in This discomfort impends It's just behind the entrance It lives to weaken within the hostages kept Does it make you scorn? Does it make war? Does it make you cold? Does it make you want to tear your hair out? Does it make you mourn? Does it engulf? Does it take a toll? Does it take you to another world? Or does it make you hesitate to hold yourself accountable for your fucking actions? Such as is true if your issues mold every tissue that's within you Sent to undermine by any means, I'll find why Apprehending everything in and out of sight to sunder No surprise, the day just repeats with Never again I said in my head Another lie to be fed and I'll never address this I'd rather die than be led to another detention With anything with intentions to nurture unrest As long as I'm alive I'm misspending my time till the end Deciding I'm not likely to win, I just sit here instead Don't pry unless you want to come in This discomfort impends It's just behind the entrance It lives to weaken within the hostages kept You talk in tongues intoxicating us all I'm barely breathing anyway Now I persist to break this cycle But I can't seem to take your place