Verse 1 -

Embarrassing scenes play out in my memories....

with overwhelming urges to act upon my instincts

Reality sets in, and the timing's never right.


Plus it's hard, once you've given up, to try to win a fight.


Wishing it'd be simple... if sins were never sinful.

And everything, in venting, wind blew out the window.


But it's hard being an optimist, on-guard with the positive...
shards of hope lodged into our hearts through our ardentness.


When hardened by these dark afflictions, I can't remember fact or fiction.


I can't tell the difference between insults and wisdom.

The letdown is a fallout that never happens gently.


The letdown of our lies is multiplied by our attesting.


Part of you is taken, but your being loses everything.

You flee into a meadow, unsettled and regretting.



Hook -


Complexes are like paradoxes, always provoking thoughts.
An everlasting battle is never won if it's ever fought.

An everlasting torture is never done if it's ever sought.
The everlasting torment often goes but it's never gone.



Verse 2 -


How do I get my mind to intertwine with my heart when everything falls apart...
and we're right back where we start back over again.


And we both want to win...
The ouroboros has a head but doesn't know where to end.


I'm a soldier of misfortune being tortured for his sin, yet somehow I'm always waiting for the war to begin.

I have nothing left to give you.


With nothing in the first place..... you can't take away from me.


At best, that's the worst case.



Sometimes the defendant hides as the plaintiff.
And sometimes the real judge hides as the bailiff.



If you really want change, you should at least be patient...
cuz if you believe this god, then the devil stands adjacent.


So many days spent on a wasted youth...
True love, I can adjust to living without proof.


When I die, you die. It's kind of like Ruth.


So I'll just succumb to you, the ever-elusive truth.



(repeat hook)