If This Is What Passes for Living - Street Sects

I’ve been here a while now

Serving my time

Watching the clock run down

Waiting

Holding my anger down

I fought for a long while

I tried to make good

For all of the things, i’d done

But I know your trust in me

Can never be rebuilt

I can dress up like a family man

But you know that suit never quite fit

And I can’t afford to have you staring at my back

I could move across the world and you would

Still be here

(Yes)

Waiting

Counting every day

So I’m burning the whole thing down

This home…

It’s a prison cell

So I’m burning the whole thing down

We are a virus

We’re a product of bad luck

We scream our way into existence

Nine months after someone else gets fucked

Death as an option is a comforting idea

Continuing in misery is something we do mostly out of fear

We are malignant, there’s no intelligent design

We’re a cancer feeding violently

Upon the flesh of that which gives us life

Death as an ending is a comfort to keep in mind

We forget that waking up each day is just a habit

We can choose to die

I’ve been waiting my entire life