Things aren’t fine
Well have you heard?
The circus has seen better days
Feast your ears
Now suck it up
Or do your part to rearrange

Killing veins
Completely drained
A cold exchange
A heart for fortune and fame

Losing our way
And the thoughts that we convey
All lost to correction
Losing our voice
In pursuit of perfection

And just below the surface is
The substance bound to separate
The plastic from the human feel
To let us know that we’re awake
I’m tired of this game

Cycling away from all that’s imperfect
Spiraling away from that’s human
I want to know you hear me
Spitting out and bearing down
I want to know you feel me here
Threading your skin
With a memory
A think-twice
Hell on Earth
A paradise
I want to know you feel me hear
Threading your skin