Fatalist

I’ll be the splinter stuck inside your neck

a reminder of the contract sealed in blood and sweat

I’ll be the splinter, the thorn in your side

the sleeping dog turned a threat when it went for the head

killing the best of us

breaking the rest of us

devastate our ambition

bleed us out, bleed us out

and make us forget

(withering)

(take it in)

no more absolution

wither at dawn and fade by night

we leave the whole world blind taking eye for an eye

it’s not over, are you breathing

or are you sleepwalking on a bed of nails

hatred is what cuts the surface

I’ll be the splinter stuck inside your neck

a reminder of the contract sealed in blood and sweat

splinter, the thorn in your side

the sleeping dog turned a threat when it went for the head

(withering)

(take it in)

no more absolution

I will die as a fatalist

tighten don’t loosen it

getting the hang of it

god damn I’m over this

die as a fatalist