there's a firestorm spreading in my head again that never ends
setting up my second wind, i guess that's an impending thing
since basically it's been the case from day one in this inescapable
abyss where everyone surrounding is so full of shit.
i hear a lot of talking, i don't see any changing.
another year is gone as we keep slowly separating
further and further away from any discernible stasis
or true representation of diversification.
it's as if the world's erasing itself/self-service sustaining
remaining a lesson never learned unless we turn to face it
with an urgency, unearthing these certain deterrent traits
with which to utilize; fueled by the few surviving this doomed divide.
it's us against ourselves 'til nothing's left to tell,
and no one's left to say it anyway, it's just a shell.
something that once was once upon a time
it's been hypothesized a world without change is fated to fossilize.

the unfortunate truth like a storm is swarming sworn to subdue
the core of more than a proportionate few.
it's everlasting; never fathomed this as something i'd see.
sometimes that's just how it be.
the unfortunate truth like a storm is swarming sworn to subdue
the core of more than a proportionate few.
it's everlasting; never fathomed this as something i'd see.
sometimes that's just how it be.

there's a quiet calm stationed in the center of this mess enough
to prime alarms for sounding; rousing, and often ending up
in jumping the gun--not just figuratively speaking.
what happened to using fists in disputes if and when the reason
didn't rhyme? civilized society: is it lies or irony?
thinking of linking both implying trying to see
eye to eye for once. the time is nigh, there comes
a time to see the wider reasoning why that hides inside of us
all too often all is lost in this increasing, holocaustic
firestorm of sorts; borderline awry, compliance forced, retorts
despised. and there's not enough willing to take a stand
and do what's right; the few who might are building up vacant plans
and damn it seems to be there's no way out of this monstrous
cycle. the symbolic shift and hiking up of politics
as usual is fuel to pull the plug on promised time.
it's been hypothesized a world lacking respect's destined to fossilize.

the unfortunate truth like a storm is swarming sworn to subdue
the core of more than a proportionate few.
it's everlasting; never fathomed this as something i'd see.
sometimes that's just how it be.
the unfortunate truth like a storm is swarming sworn to subdue
the core of more than a proportionate few.
it's everlasting; never fathomed this as something i'd see.
sometimes that's just how it be.

there's a dire warning rising, the horizon line is priming eyes
to move across the picture; add perspective to the mixture.
it sure eases in the finalized effort to define the why
or vital signs behind the vital signs of trying to find
an elixir. some how, some way to escape the obliteration
we're all facing. to evade this is the wish
within the whispers. talk of the town yet hidden as the scriptures.
behind the faces cold as stone and bitter as the winters.
emotionless: to show, would show a weakness we can't hint toward
having, as it's hand-in-hand with a hazard to our history.
which means nobody here is ready
to ask for help or answer yells for such; it appears it's trendy
to be austere instead of lending hands and ears to them in
need. proceed to be of absolutely less than any
form of assistance. it's as if bottom line
has been hypothesized: a world devoid of care's prepared to fossilize.

the unfortunate truth like a storm is swarming sworn to subdue
the core of more than a proportionate few.
it's everlasting; never fathomed this as something i'd see.
sometimes that's just how it be.
the unfortunate truth like a storm is swarming sworn to subdue
the core of more than a proportionate few.
it's everlasting; never fathomed this as something i'd see.
sometimes that's just how it be.