Far Too Frail

Lovers and legions

Oh I've seen your whore

Try not to reason

Forsaken I'm poor

Fire nerves and dissension flying at a glare

A ginger reaction whisper care

A hairpin decision falls against the brain

To formulate the anguish and alleviate the pain

The silence is warning

Soul search nothing

Can't regain reach for air

Lovers and legions

Oh I've seen your whore

Try not to reason

Forsaken I'm poor

Scenes of a cheap thrill summon an old ghost

The foremost and sterile suffering one lost to

Face the potential for fantasy and flair

Forever and forgiving summon

Me and dare they

Keep on the mainstream forging their demise while

Playing with the hopeless not facing their own lies

The symptoms of recourse I've seen nothing

Overspill

Far too frail

Lovers and legions

Oh I've seen your whore

Try not to reason

Forsaken I'm poor