So painfully stubborn, zero re-adjustment
No refocus, just negligent entitlement

Squawking crows on sun baked rocks
Watching, one by one, as our future is stolen from us
Under claw, torn asunder by the fading shore
Under claw, torn asunder, there must be so much more

One last request, choking on faltered breath
One last request, choking on faltered breath

It's so fucking hot
A not so gentle reduction of thought
This longing for enlightenment and proof of concеpt
It's never been more apparеnt that we've gotten this all wrong

I don't think there is valour in making it to the other side
With so many that you despise
I don't think there is valour in making it to the other side
With so many that you despise