Our ears never take pity on us
The skies echo our discontent
Cracked open and poured down
Pools of a new god's bloodletting
Record the rain, hear no trace
The only fingerprint left behind
Cleansed by the water
Our voice a thin and wispy cord
The songs echo our whispers
Unsuitable for baiting the hook
No exchanges or substitutions
Record the pain, a pitiful memoir
Unloading the latest garbage
Hidden in the air
Our body a besieged temple
Occupied by perpetual slumber
Hidden and so very grotesque
The wellwishers and naysayers
Record the mileage, pointless
Masterpiece reduced to sketch
Trapped in the earth
Our mind fragmented and broken
Impossible machine beyond repair
Too many threads to number
So numbness becomes the goal
No one can hurt us in our head
Baptized by the fire
Stop the recording
