I've reached, the apex of my boredom, I've RSVP'd with a no to my own funeral
What good does it do me, to just be complacent
To be a replacement
To never even try (never try)
The sleepless nights
Spent plotting my escape
I have the key, but cannot find the gate (find the gate)
There's no such thing as an atheist foxhole, but goddammit here we are
There are no easy answers, there are no second chances
There is only regret in the rearview, of your backwards glances
This victory rings hollow and empty, there is so much more to go, there is so much more
Destitute, I won't give in to this
No not again this is my cross to bear this is my weighted anchor
I won't let go
I hold on with all I've got