(Separating conflict and your climax, can you tell me how?)
Despair’s worked its way up, now it's crashing down
'Cause if I care, there's worth there to make up, I'd rather not have found among other things
But that's only the so on and so forth now
If my mind had told me it's par for the course, no longer worth suffering
Despair has worked its way up, now its crashing down
'Cause if I care, there's worth there to make up, I'd rather not have found among other things
But that's only the so on and so forth now
If my mind had told me it's par for the course, no longer worth suffering
This is me, even when it comes clean
Ending anonymity of the situation
Further invigorating normality fading
Resurfacing all the anomalies I came with
To where I'm searching, reflecting to see
The defects becoming all and ever indistinct
Sending me above and more than anxious
Instead of discovering more as aimless
A refrain of repetition
Came to me incessant within
Yet a state of exception, this is
What it's meant to be at its core
Serving as figments of resentment
Faults that engulf all hope and end it
Enveloping me, as I'm questioning
The intent that it's heading for
Despair’s worked its way up, now it's crashing down
'Cause if I care, there's worth there to make up, I'd rather not have found among other things
But that's only the so on and so forth now
If my mind had told me it's par for the course, no longer worth suffering
Despair has worked its way up, now its crashing down
'Cause if I care, there's worth there to make up, I'd rather not have found among other things
But that's only the so on and so forth now
If my mind had told me it's par for the course, no longer worth suffering
Maybe a hymn that I can make, throughout the air, it can soar
Sending waves all through upward traces that lets it set forth
But for what use is it good anymore?
(But for what use is it good anymore?)
Rather obtuse, if it can't clear the floor
(Rather obtuse, if it can't clear the floor)
Make no mistake, nowhere near a blank slate
Make known containment of this sheer pervaded space
How much persuasion of fear would it take away
If I acknowledge that it's all been the same thing
Despair’s worked its way up, now it’s crashing down
'Cause if I care, there's worth there to make up, I'd rather not have found among other things
But that's only the so on and so forth now
If my mind had told me it's par for the course, no longer worth suffering
Despair has worked its way up, now its crashing down
'Cause if I care, there's worth there to make up, I'd rather not have found among other things
But that's only the so on and so forth now
(Out I'd been worn, but if what I make of is all I'm here for)
(Then that's all there is, there isn't any more)