The lull before the uproar
The lull before the uproar
The lull before the uproar

I can feel stares from a mile away
Impressive survival as perfect prey
I don’t need sympathies, I don’t need your praise
You don’t have a fucking clue, this shit’s innate

Guess it shows character at the very least
Tremendous offbeat piece of meat
Spellbinding, alluring, intrinsically
Poster child of silent intensity

Plagued by premonitions
By the gift of vision
Added indecision
No cure for the human condition

Still on this earth with a pass from god
Built in their image, fatally flawed
World says give up but I scrape along
At the very least I’ll play the swan

Play dead for fun, strategically withdrawn
At odds with a longing for closeness, I’m lost
Impeccably preserved, yet never reassured
Pining away, I will never be pure

The cries resound, shake the ground
Breaks in the armor send me up into the clouds

I’d rather lose it all, please break down these walls
They’re caving in and I need someone to save me when they fall

Jagged breaths, I’m
Starved of oxygen
Swimming against this
Stream of consciousness