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