Chrome Coloured Ribcage

I want to break apart your chrome-coloured ribcage
Find where your soul was fighting for more space
Scratching to the top of the vagus
A forced escape to get away from your vanity
You’re preoccupied with dizzying heights
And to think you had a balanced vision
Call your bluff say you’ve had enough but
Recognise hunger is just your greed in disguise

(Waiting)
Wait ‘til you die for your pride to leave your clouded sight
(Corrupted)
Corrupted virtue, a fucking see-through
(Waiting)
Know that you’ll die before the day that you finally feel the weight
(Cast iron)
Cast iron face, another idealist gone to waste

Go and talk about it with another fucking therapist
And get a little band-aid fix on the table telling fables on the same old stables lines of ego inflatable
Come inside, look around, don’t avert your eyes and try to find sense or peace of mind
It’s no surprise that you would lie
Exhibiting kindness but it’s just a facade
Just a facade

Oi
Take a step back
Go reset your expectations and
Trade your identity
In exchange for likability

(Waiting)
Wait ‘til you die for your pride to leave your clouded sight
(Corrupted)
Corrupted virtue, a fucking see-through
(Waiting)
Know that you’ll die before the day that you finally feel the weight
(Cast iron)
Cast iron face, another idealist gone to waste

Wait until you die