When All Roads Lead To Rome

Belligerent association to these finer aspects of failure

The unbecoming attitude that leads to self-destruction, a comfort zone lost

Blind tolerance in this declining behavior

Undeniable negative facts, plain as day

Transcendence through this cynical adaption

Another one of those days calling for mercy

These desires of lost respect

Symptoms of inflicting regret

This empty experience

For a lonely, forged life

Deviation from attributes

This effect on the human mind

A lot less opinions

Diagnosed imperfection

These hands are tied again

At risk with discretion to another self-imploding disaster

Translate these actions over a course of aggravation

Climbing walls of tense concern

A contagious wave of invasion

Hallcincinating the improbable

Annoyed in tasks that are not absorbed

Declining a civilized sense of efforts

Insensible in the structure of life

Defy the limits of mental strategy

Timeless efforts of personal tragedy

One more time, like a blown fuse

Give me some space, all roads lead to Rome

Slicing the wrists

A silence spent

Run this epic lie

A final test

Breathtaking madness

Sidetracked in failing

Cry for this last sip of spilled wine

Soured compassion, unlikely retractions

Spoiled tongue from the jaws of spite

Impulse of failure

Confidence deprived

Persist after this hated stance

Emotional tirade

Into the mouth of real life

Commitment in words of oppression

Living out all the contradictions you have proposed

Hidden pasts find a way back in better times

Integrated into a puzzle of alliances with enemies

Hinder the wasted perfection, no logical question

Don't you just love the way contradiction rolls its eyes?