Into the Hellmouth

There will come a day when you will

Look around

And think I was the one

In a million shotguns

That could evade the ricochet

But then it happened

I let you down

It's already underway

Seeping in

Schizophrenic

In a state of emergency that keeps me awake

Pushed to the wits' end, your half life

The sugary static tones

Hypnotic and endless

Disorient rats that were born

Never knowing the sky

And now contemplate their maze

But does it even matter

When heretics are still marked as villains?

We're only following crumbs to the gallows

Eyewitness hues dark as ink and cannon fodder crimson

Tides are rising with each brushstroke of

This fallen angel's bloodshot view

In a crisis of identity

I lay it down

Improvising at your funeral parade

Because there will come a day

When you won't look for me

But don't blame the author

Of the book you were burning

I mean, it's allegiant enough to

The state of emergency

We'll keep you awake

Testing your limits

All shelf life expired

The violence you use to compel the doubt

And God fearing, the cultural landscape

Is littered and bruised like the fruit that fell

From the tree of knowledge of suffering

There's so many things I don't yet understand about your nature

Perhaps we are doomed to collapse beneath

The burden of being alone

In a state of of emergency

In a crisis of identity

I lay it down

Improvising at your funeral

In a state

The state of emergency

It's devil's food cake

It keeps me away from the thing

That I really care about and the people that I

Could not make it home without

It's a sorry state

The state of emergency