Can't Trust in Blood

I’m spread too thin in The Capital of Complain,

Isolation, all the while we fan the flames.

Sound travels faster than smoke,

We’re all prisoners inside of our skin.

Will everything be okay?

Can anyone really change?

Why can’t I remember your face or how to speak?

Man, this isn’t a joke, so why can’t I stop laughing?

I felt all this before contact deficit,

Repeat it.

We’re tethered to nothing.

What do you want me to say,

To make this feeling go away?

We can’t trust in blood,

And the sun kept the seasons out.

(Now we’re gone)

And now I hope the cold remembers us.

We fan the flames.

In fatigue I see in fragments;

Shards of past and omnipresent,

Severed moments bleeding hours.

Both fluid and arthritic, empty and pathetic,

I no longer feel for anybody else.

Erased, I make my escape,

This flesh was never home in the first place.

The Earth begins to shutter, the end of everything,

At least we have each other.

Tethered to nothing.

Time once stood so tall,

Still wearing these stone walls,

Divide and conquer all.

We can’t trust in blood,

The sun kept the seasons, not for anyone,

And now I hope the cold remembers us.