Why would the wicked
Wanna break my stride
I could forgive
But not a day goes by
That I don't think about it
I've come to never doubt it
Runnin' off at your mouth
It's kin to livin' in a powder keg
So get me lit
I'm tryna ease my mind
I curse the burdens that I leave behind
In a world of violence and hate
Where cruel indifference pervades
I show compa**ion
Imagine
Tell me what you come for
Spider at the front door
What kind of pain
Would you visit on me now
Another swan song
You're never gone long
You build your prison
Then you wish it to the ground
The idle mind's the vice that I find
Hard to kick
My heart'll skip
And then I start to slip
The sense of melancholy
It creeps
And slowly crawling
It seeps
Into the innermost
Something's always interposed
The fear of failure perhaps
The air of purpose I lack
My disposition is a ruinous affliction
I am inconsequential, I know
My very nature is rote
The fallibility
Futility