Year of the Knife
Overgrowth
Consumed by what has been consumed
The loss of the every ounce of you
Compounding more just to get through the day
Would you have fought if you'd have seen how they'd stay?
Or is it fine enough just to circle around the drain?

Handful after handful
Just to fit in or simply fade out?
A mind set to waste, a gift gone astray
Sent peace out to pasture for a piece of the action
A firm grip letting go
Preparing yourself for your final prayer
Used to be friend, now only have fallen
Face down and cold and nobody to call it

I wish I could have cried
Just to match their streaming eyes
Casting black clouds over tired crowds
Just wanting to say goodbye

Celebrate letting go by wanting to lose themselves
Desiring humanity burned until the ash fills the urn
A cycle so viciously spun
With every mind turned numb
No haven of any hope
Just a poor excuse to cope
That night you couldn't have even saved yourself
Just make your family let go

One day a flower will grow on your grave
A sign there's no end to your decay