Them Days is Gone
I'd be stronger if it were over
An endless repeat, over and over
I'm harder on me
That's just what I'd say

Feel the lure from my carcass
Tipped to pour like a jug
Filled with the unwanted dregs
Of the same person
Always thinking of you

Inevitability handed down like scorn
And the circular frames chastising you
Will that help you?
Will that bring your body to you?

Weakness in their death stare
Unafraid in their numbers
They can leave you with nothing
They can take your whole person
Feel the lure of my carcass
Tipped to pour like a jug
Fill the core with the dregs of
The illusion of you