The anger boils in sarcastic eruption
A simple burst of misplaced faith
Yet through the smoke and steam
Which gnaws and suffocates
I'm still so, so tired
God, I'm still so lost
And in this moment I wonder,
What it's worth to continue on
I'm a saint
Though we all smirk in ill humor
I'm a hellion
Though we all shake our head in desperation
Maybe I'm just too into this exaggeration
Maybe today isn't worth continuation
I wish to go to bed
I find myself trying so hard
For something I hardly recognize
And even in my deepest disguise,
Love and hate and life,
In which seems so frequently dispatched
Desolated and point forsaken
And neither do I wish to live in truth nor lies