Witness - Splitting of the breast lyrics

[Verse 1: Eyenine] Me or my resources, which is more exhausted? It's hard to tell the difference when my life's been taken hostage Tossed into this hostile environment, i have been Dying to remain myself when everyone is wired in The higher that i climb it's getting harder But when i reach the top i can jump off and be a martyr That's if, and only if, i can remember why i started At this current elevation the way up remains uncharted We part with our hearts in advance So pardon my long and unstoppable glance Any chance that i get is being tossed into the wind Getting lost is not an option so i'm opting to win Getting to the top requires patience I'm placed in such a difficult situation And i'm facing the location where the sun will always rise Until everything we know in this universe dies [eyenine] This is the set up to the end of our existence [Witness] What's the point of living if it doesn't make a difference? [eyenine] We stayed to fight despite attempts to be resistant [Witness] This world is a prison. This world is a prison [eyenine] This is the set up to the end of our existence [Witness] What's the point of loving if it doesn't make a difference? [eyenine] We stayed to fight despite attempts to be resistant [Witness] This world is a prison. This world is a prison [Verse 2: Witness] Well it's the splitting of the breast, the division of the chest The admission of a guest in the prisons of the flesh It's living without feeling, feeling without touching Sharing the same nowhere as everything and nothing Yeah, they'll say they'll need you as long as you're being useful But no one is there to love you, whenever you seek approval It's futile to bother breathing and reaching out for the distance When all of the pain of trusting could be rendered nonexistent So would you want it? You want it. I know you want it The chance to run away from the broken home that you've haunted? The promise that doesnt fracture, the laughter that stays alive The lover that never leaves you, the mother that never dies Cause you could have it, imagine a world of static The fabric that binds the body is tattered and torn to shreds Evaporated and braided into existence This is the moment that you know that we were born for d**h