V01D

We drown in the bile
Of a frustrated birth
A knife grows in every back
Jaws clenched and tongue bitten

These are all wasted words
These are all a wastrels words
Meanings you will never find
Hidden, lurking between the lines

We are revolving to
Our drain
We are revolving to
Our drain

I've lifted my chin
And ignored the noose
But there is gravity
In the centre of the void
The seed of its end
In every creation
Of a sullen cremation

Heels in the tug of tide
We shudder on shore
Lands end
And what have we got?
Nothing but memory
Success or failure?
Gathering our rags
We walk into the waves

We are revolving to
Our drain
We are revolving to
Our drain

The brightest light
Will gutter, quicker
The wax will stifle the wick
As we burn
For the yearning ember
There is nobility in flame
For the faltering fire
There is only shame

We feel the whine
Sharply, in our teeth
And all our pasts
Chained to our ankles
This is not another
Slit wrist suicide
Its our future drowning
In the bile of cyanide

We are revolving to
Our drain
We are revolving to
Our drain

We drown in the bile
Of a frustrated birth
A knife grows in every back
Jaws clenched and tongue bitten

Drowning in the currents
Of another fleeting void
At the mercy of sleep

The brightest light
Will gutter, quicker
The wax will stifle the wick
As we burn
For the yearning ember
There is nobility in flame
For the faltering fire
There is only shame

Only shame

For the faltering fire
There is only shame

Only shame