The Cycle

What if I testify against everything that I
Have been saying this whole time?
'Cause I'm probably telling lies
What do I do when I
Feel like lying down to die?
Does the dirt eat me alive?
Do the worms feed off my eyes?

Open wide for the flies
'Cause they're feeding off your spine
Crawling up and down in line
Like a soldier bound to die
Come inside, so will I
Wipe your feet until they're dry
Wipe the tears out of your eyes
Part of me likes when you cry

Winter and Summer collide
This universe isn't mine, no, no, oh
We hope this reaches you in time
Chaotic but Jesus Christ, you're beautiful
You're beautiful, oh, oh

Winter and Summer collide
This universe isn't mine, no, no, oh
We hope this reaches you in time
Chaotic but Jesus Christ, you're beautiful
You're beautiful, oh, oh

Get caught up constantly in life's residuals
And paint the sky full of agonizing visuals
Can't press rewind when you realize it's minuscule
So don't let go, it'll only leave you miserable