Dead End

Does that writing on the wall tell us it’s not true? Less

time to decide, clocks are burning. We’re now thrown

together. There are few chances for a tomorrow. We’re not

holding on. The curse is short but binding. The curse

never ends. Last chance, claim your dependence. Don’t

settle on what you’ve become. What I see is you and what

you are doing. What I see in you; all the damage that has

been done. No one knows. Last chance to damn and shout

with a gun in your mouth. The curse is growing stronger.

The curse has taken over. The curse is going nowhere

ever. We’re lost in this, dead-end. The curse has knocked

us down. Strengthened with our flaws. The curse is us,

and everything. We’re lost in this, dead-end.