Zyx We'Ve Gathered Here Today

Zenith achieved Yielding to no one Xcept, my cracks are beginning to show White is a lie of a color to wear Vestigial hope lingers Until the deeds are signed This is my funeral I must attend with a smile Shaky hands, sweaty forehead Ringing bells signifying tragedy Quenched is my thirst for pain Passed is the time for indecision Only forward toward death Nameless, faceless shapes Marching between them Linked to the broker that means to sell me Keeping in cheerful step to the incinerator Jaunting to be completely destroyed I am not the face I wear Hindsight is haunting Glamorous, isn't it? Formidable, aren't I? Everything I want comes to my feet Desire, however, is a cage Change is not an option But only happiness Always