My Way Out - Sprain

Is it not in the nature

Of man to cling to potential?

All the petty ambition

Is just fleeting abstraction

Life as lost through collision

Makes for cold decoration

And this bottle is your ticket

To a moment of concord

Lips are fastened forever

Around the will of a body

The one that you’re told is special

Looks like everyone else’s

The mortal grip is returning

So cue the ensuing panic

Curse all the time it took to figure out

All the drugs you took to feel alive

Ironically killed you

Laugh ourselves into stitches

And shoot th heroin under bridges

In my frind’s arms

We’re all part of the same sinking ship

We’re all in on the same fucking joke

Everyone at the center of their universe

As their planets crack and stars align

So cue the ensuing panic