leading the tables turn 

as we fail not to create 

a false sense of eradication 

to revel in, separation 

I detest this life 

inching but seeming to end this life 

surprising your neurons its all with time 

that meaning will creep in side 

much sooner you will find, 

youll find your closer, closer to the fucking fight 

closer to the fucking......... 

fire its depleting but the spark will soon rekindle all that 

truly recedes 

I have no place to show you it will come trust me 

you soon shall see 

I wish that our lives weren't 

the facade they seem to be 

some how the purpose was just lost for me 

left to your discretion 

you decide....your only 

dont let the oppression 

manipulate your only way 

leading the times have turned to show the 

mass decay of your will to fight 

in separation only to see eradication