I’d like to think the worry never went to waste

Standing at the brink of a self-fulfilling prophesy

I feel it blooming in the blood

Just another prodigal son

You know I’ll recant my confession

When it’s said and done

Voices come and go

Left no room for self-control

Premonition

Don’t let them inside

Come falling apart again

When all I think about is…

No witness

No weakness

Existence arbitrary

So reckless between us

So hush your defences

Our bodies, just empty sleeves

Kiss me in this coffin as we

Rush on toward nothing

Just wasting away

Won’t you stay and decay with me

We know what’s coming

Voices come and go

Left no room for self-control

Premonition

Don’t let them inside

Come falling apart again

When all I think about is…