The odds are not in our favour
There's little hope left
What optimism existed has been strangled
To the very last breath
Shuddering on strangers' floors at 5 AM

But this won't end…

Focus, a shattered mess near the litter box
That this apartment's aroma resembles far too clearly
Allies become foes in the blink of an eye
Allies become foes in the blink of an eye

Augment me
Cut out the poison
Detach from chaos
Pacify desire
Quell instinct
But… don't… quit...

But this won't end...

Too many hours logged, too many miles conquered
Too many grey hairs
Too much love to let go
Too much love to let go
But this won't end...