the way I breathe is so insincere
each breath undeserving of the next
with a heart in the wrong place at the right time
every beat is incomplete
follow the trail of failure, it leads to blood
down the spiral spine, into denial
pride is gutted and face down in the mud
while my actions lie defenseless and defiled
the tongue cut from it's in-cohesive, inadequate words
that undermine my every attempt at freedom
while my determination rapes itself of the will to push on
follow the stench of blood, it leads to failure
unnerve my senses to the point of irreparable destruction
perfection, why must you mock me
perfection, why must you mock me.
