Industry

Uneven, unsteady again

Behaviour you cannot defend

It's short-lived, but what gives you the right

To haul me along for the ride?

And in our faceless days, we stumble or float

And in abandoned nights, we're cold and remote

I drift back, disorder sets in

I don't seem to learn anything

Where are you and are you with him?

I speak it, but you lock it in

And in our faceless days, we stumble or float

And in abandoned nights, we're cold and remote

I recognise the fear concealed in your ways

Could you believe this low is all that remains?

Broad strokes, old colour returns

Rough ground but still you don't learn

Change up and don't bother with this

Was there something that I missed again?