Lyric

Iodine on an infection

Rust-covered railings, the paint chips are brittle and crackle under my grasp

Escalation to a hole, echoes inside

Animals trapped, ferocious and hungry

Lead paint mist, soaked up by my lungs

Ladder into the dark, while descending the presence is felt

Your fear cannot exist within your vision, you put too much trust in your sight

Hands reaching up, again rushing to avoid the thing

Air is different once you’re out

Violence personified, looking up at you

Even now, you carry that weight

Tricks that the brain plays, testing itself

One thing you cannot escape, it’s perpetually peripheral

Prongs of a tuning fork, shakes you to your core

Overt self hatred

Ostrich, go bury your head

Pleasant life that you have, bobbing in a storm

Brittle fingers frostbitten

Underneath you waits for You

Trepidation is worthless, when the you is hunting

Weakness can be your water  or  your fuel

Even now there’s still a choice, despite how close they are

Really it’s a matter of consciousness, can You hug the charging bull?

Excellent choice, awoken

Only path that you could see, there is no parallel

Now that you’ve set the scene, how ‘bout we go to hell

Zero regrets is the verification you need

Omens the black river and soul filled stream

On your own you ride the boat, whistling to block it out

Meager attempts are made, of heart you are without

Author's Note

read the first letter of each line