Constant cycle of repetition. To disrupt the nature. A temple left in ruin
Declining. Relying on the hands stuck inside the mind. Adapting to the motion and a flow of being
Programmed to move the machine. Another day, another notion
To relive the past while the future collapses upon us
Die unto monotony. Forced to breathe, forced to exist. While the future collapses upon us
We are forced to surrender ourselves. Grit my teeth
Force my way through another day, but I'm so f*cking sick of being
Target fixated on this depression. A fleeting life that could have been mine
Buried inside a longing to be free