Arms Like a Noose

Obstructed paths
Consumed by oppression
Trapped inside a premonition
And I wish that I could dream
Of something other
Than this grand dismantling

We burn through these bodies
But we're no strangers to purgatory

Progression ends

And as we suffocate
We're comatose
Laid out on our backs
With our hearts exposed

Connected ends
Bleed into one
There's comfort in the misfortune
And I wish that I could sleep
But I pray that I don't dream
Of foreboding seas

We burn through these bodies
But we're no strangers to purgatory

I can see the shore
But I tread in slow motion

We are bound to a toxic culture
And as the Sun fades
We're prey for the vultures