Subject To Change - Project 86

Relent to your useless devices

Retreat, your last line of defense

Regress to the hollow relationships that shield you from yourself

Relent to your fortress of skin

Retreat, anything to distract

Regress to your hands as they cover your eyes

But you can’t help but peek through the cracks

Cold, hard dread swelling into parallels

To everything you ever said you’d repel

Once with a glimpse now

Second your guess it’s

Tough to admit and admit and admit that

Your fate’s still undecided

Return

Return

Return

Relent, to the terror that distances you

Retreat, to the habitual grins

Regress to the deception, quiet and tame

Once was transformed, now exactly the same

Remember when you nearly plunged into embrace?

But instead you’ve chosen to keep it all at bay

Return to yourself