There's a sequence that's repeating in the world I've grown to hate
People party in the apocalyptic death of what we've made
Situations keep on burning and I only wonder why
Not how I can stop this, but how I wanted to die
But I don't
I don't

These are just passing judgments that won't ever stay true
And these are just more notes to pick strings to
You were sitting by the fire turning sticks into knives
So when the forest attacks you'd have a chance to survive

I was blowing on a bottle tryna make it a song
Collect the different sounds and never use them but I was wrong
Only ingest enough for your soul
You tried to comfort me
By whispering nihilistic wikis
I know you're trying to help
But hearing it down matter kinda rubs me in the wrong way

I was blowing on a bottle tryna make it a song
Collect the different sounds and never use them but I was wrong
Only ingest enough for you soul
Soley a couple blocks of coal