leading the tables turn    as we fail not to create    a false sense of eradication    to revel in, separation    I detest this life    inching but seeming to end this life    surprising your neurons its all with time    that meaning will creep in side    much sooner you will find,    youll find your closer, closer to the fucking fight    closer to the fucking.........    fire its depleting but the spark will soon rekindle all that    truly recedes    I have no place to show you it will come trust me    you soon shall see    I wish that our lives weren't    the facade they seem to be    some how the purpose was just lost for me    left to your discretion    you decide....your only    dont let the oppression    manipulate your only way    leading the times have turned to show the    mass decay of your will to fight    in separation only to see eradication