Carried out
Like sentences left in suspense
Recycled doubt
Dissecting to find whatu0027s been left
Weu0027ve seen it all
The sirens are screaming “la fin du monde” but itu0027s only the curtain call!

Well letu0027s reflect again
So, I feel drained
And youu0027re still fine
Separate just to fall in line
Anxiety, oh she spoke to me
Said I could never leave, no I can never leave
Never leave, like I had a choice
But now weu0027re stuck in here with all this static noise

So will it ever be enough?

This is always a problem the cycle wonu0027t break
Just a hostage thereu0027s always another mistake
LIAR

Thereu0027s always something to blame

Iu0027ll write it down again,
I hope itu0027s tangible
I wish these words meant more than just silence and syllables

Why canu0027t I trust a thing?
These voices make whispers weu0027ll all start to sing
Spare the saints