Like staring malignancy in the eye
Unbridled confidence
Considered not the weight
Unblinking and content
Instinct
Small cuts keep the wounds anew
Tradition
Burn ties and the apathy grew
Like staring malignancy in the eye
Unbridled confidence
Peripheral headlights of a train
Acceptance creeps in
Like damning the sun for rising again
You can't win
Situational apathy is no way to live
Cross your T's and blind their eyes
Break bread and forget their pledge
Broken promise all but lies
Lurch
Leap forward and sleep at night
Lurch
Come undone, arrange for shackled sight
Lurch
Lurch
Instinct
Small cuts keep the wounds anew
Tradition
Burn ties and the apathy grew
Aversion
Dividing line distance less than great
Desertion
Tooth and nail through nothing at stake
Considered not the weight