is it in the blade,
or is it in the blood?
does it keep safe within the warmth
or does it breath even in cold?
can you see it in the stars
or is its glimmer blind?
how do you hold forever
when you only have hope for today
how do you think ahead when you can't even
contemplate the present
too much too quickly but there's no escape
the walls are being rushed the floods are coming
there's no escape
i lay drowning in puddles
how am i supposed to save you
when i can't even handle myself?