Crimson Rage

I have forgotten who I am
Every piece of me falling away
I feel like once there was a plan
But it unravels every day

This life feeling like a dream
Even my dreams all disappear
Nonsense pulling at each seam
Till I can't remember why I'm here

There's too much noise
And not enough to listen to
There are too many words
And not one shred of truth
There's nothing but time on my hands
But they're so damn full I can't handle anything
And mind is overwhelmed
With a million motes of minutia

What kind of stupid game is this
You can't even be bothered with a heroine?
Will I crumble or explode
Neither based on the state I'm in

When I think about the day
And all the garbage I must endure
So some festering cesspool of a man
Can get a piece of paper saying he has worth

Such a proliferated lie
Makes me miss the days where i
Could rip reality to shreds
In the blink of an eye
Don't be fooled, they'll be back soon, in the meantime I'll just lay these signposts to remember what to do.

There's too much noise
And not enough to listen to
There are too many words
And not one shred of truth
There's nothing but time on my hands
But they're so damn full I can't handle anything
And mind is overwhelmed
With a million motes of minutia

So that was the plan?
Strip the power from the man
Play the chords in such a way
That it seems his words are to blame
But an angel lies within
One tired of all your sin
Blowing the trumpet even louder
Until your monuments are powder

You cannot keep this up, your bones shatter from the effort
And all I need to do is leave or stay, the chorus will amplify either way

But some twisted hope remains
That you'll come to your senses before the end
And despite these countless stains
I will be able to call you a friend

The final chorus chimes to start
One last countdown for all time
Do you have softness in your heart
Or are you still intent on breaking mine

There's too much noise
And not enough to listen to

There are too many words
And not one shred of truth
There's nothing but time on my hands
But they're so damn full I can't handle anything
And mind is overwhelmed
With a million motes of minutia

Ding your time is up.
-2018