Fallout
Paint the wickedness in your heart
Pencil sketch around the love
In lines of grey
The paper cuts
With the coloured inks of burning blood
And tearful aches
The wretched path
Spat upon the grave
At last
Existence an excuse to survive
We were here, we weren’t alive
And there’s nothing else to prove
Bury me and I’ll bury you
So it’s fallout in your name
There’s no redemption, we’re all the same
Another twisted mirror of the truth
Bury me, I’ll bury you
There’s nothing else to prove
Stretch the mediocre to breaking point
They scream in silence
While entertainment makes them laugh
The coloured inks their wretched path
Searching for …………………..
Searching for …………………..
And it’s all a joke to you
Existence was the life you knew
Being born does not mean you are alive
We just came here to survive
But there’s nothing else to prove
Bury me, I’ll bury you
I held my hand out to the sky
If just once to look into that universal eye
To break the taste of salt upon my tongue
And see all your wretched worthless dreams undone
Paint the wickedness in my heart
I pencil sketched around my love
With coloured inks in burning blood
Every tear
The paper cuts
And by acceptance define your love
But you had nothing left to prove
You had nothing else to do
You just came here to survive
Just to prove you were alive
Bury me and I’ll bury you
What else are we supposed to do
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