V01D

We drown in the bile

Of a frustrated birth

A knife grows in every back

Jaws clenched and tongue bitten

These are all wasted words

These are all a wastrels words

Meanings you will never find

Hidden, lurking between the lines

We are revolving to

Our drain

We are revolving to

Our drain

I've lifted my chin

And ignored the noose

But there is gravity

In the centre of the void

The seed of its end

In every creation

Of a sullen cremation

Heels in the tug of tide

We shudder on shore

Lands end

And what have we got?

Nothing but memory

Success or failure?

Gathering our rags

We walk into the waves

We are revolving to

Our drain

We are revolving to

Our drain

The brightest light

Will gutter, quicker

The wax will stifle the wick

As we burn

For the yearning ember

There is nobility in flame

For the faltering fire

There is only shame

We feel the whine

Sharply, in our teeth

And all our pasts

Chained to our ankles

This is not another

Slit wrist suicide

Its our future drowning

In the bile of cyanide

We are revolving to

Our drain

We are revolving to

Our drain

We drown in the bile

Of a frustrated birth

A knife grows in every back

Jaws clenched and tongue bitten

Drowning in the currents

Of another fleeting void

At the mercy of sleep

The brightest light

Will gutter, quicker

The wax will stifle the wick

As we burn

For the yearning ember

There is nobility in flame

For the faltering fire

There is only shame

Only shame

For the faltering fire

There is only shame

Only shame