Sirens at the break of dawn
Echo off concrete
I pull my bedsheets closer
As if to protect me
Every day I wake up this way
Bitter cold to the touch and dissociative
Shrug my collar to my face
Eyes pressed straight ahead
Feet quicken underneath
Walk down these broken streets
A crooked path, I crawl on bloody knees
Inching from the fate chosen for me
Bred solely for consumption, self-made complacency
Hobble both my legs, and just let me be
So I try not to lose myself every single day
To the winds of institution, or the kiss of apathy
So we'll sink just like Atlantis, our Gomorrah will go up in flames
Unless we rise up on our own
Our own two feet
Our shackles will break us, if we don't break them
Break them first.
credits
from split with Inertia,
released March 28, 2014
backing vocals by Jeremy Snevil, Nick Andriuolo, Ryan Treppedi, Stephen Dzikowski, and Dan Andriola.
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