From Far Away - My Bitter End, John Robert

Life unstable, left disabled because

no cure available to common man

the worst is yet to come

the fiber in our lungs has slowed our breathing down

we cannot afford this new age help,

won’t come, even though they see us fading out

plague

eating away at everything

and what it is will always be

no hope provided

so sit and watch us rot

we are

no longer used to you

no longer used to you

no hope provided for the middle class work horse

so watch us rot till we are no longer of use to you

unfold

unfold

unfold

blackened, blatantly raped of your soul i

i am invisible

wide eyed

i have been just so lost

we are not

beckoned by the cost

different decisions make seperate existence

recycled souls in this infinite

circle

no matter where we are we can’t escape the past

mourning reserved for the swarm as they come back

a life unstable, no cure for common man

i’ve witnessed pedestals crumble

and i’ve seen tyrants rise

you wear anxiety well inside a living hell

i’ve seen tyrants rise.

I’ve witnessed tyrants rise

so remind us it wasn’t this way

here as a servant were only their slaves

i remember a time i thought for myself

prospering health, i was my own

those days are gone so is the will, to fix situations along with the thrill

regretting all

incapable of fixing our surroundings

replenishment is not something we are capable of

so we will accept defeat

so we will accept defeat

and rot

and rot