The Republic Of Wolves
Nightjar
Did your conviction make it past
All that molasses in your blood?
You're overacting, you're the captain
That the sea got sick of

If I'm examining the channels
'Til my frequency comes up
Just throw my wondering five feet under
So I'm not quite rid of

Cut my conscience
Into particles
(Your breath is thinning out)
Wring the life from
All this ritual
(Abbreviate the hours)
Till your temper
Plagiarize your fear
(Time's all we could denounce)
I'll be starving from here
If you can't face it
Then what has it all been for?

You caught me breathing in thе incense
From the distancе you devised
Saw me flinch when they unhinged you
Just before the tree line
'Cause I'm deceitful 'til I'm sleeping
I'm a cheap marionette
If I'm exceedingly uneven
Have I circled back yet?

Cut my conscience
Into particles
(Your breath is thinning out)
Wring the lie from
All this ritual
(Abbreviate the hours)
Till your temper
Plagiarize your fear
(Time's all we could denounce)
I'll be starving from here
If you won't forfeit
Then what was your intent?

I made a wreck of myself
Made it to hell with my health
Laid out a perfect plan
To live by my mistakes

Sew your secrets
Into parchment sheets
Bleed in cursive
Lowercase your speech
Break your posture
Synchronize your pain
I'll be minding my veins
If you can't change it
Let go of your fucking demur
Let go of it all and grow

If this is hell
Well then it must be a godsend