Every hour we’re in a maze with collapsing walls
The heavy weight of existence comes with a quiet call
Is this screaming in my head or in the air itself?
Am I reading the void and avoiding the bookshelf?

There are no secrets in the night sky
Just muted disdain
The rain falls horizontally as the light dies
Leave no stain

This fracture was always bent
Absent joy
Hearts lament
Mundane pulses with every thought
What is decay if never sought?

It’s hard to barter in time already spent
It’s an empty currency
A ledger’s dissent
Grinning projections
Tears are muted
How can we tell if we’re lying or rooted?

The mirror’s a tragedy as it returns
What you cannot explain
Nothing but a face full of questions
Dissolved in pain

This fracture was always bent
Absent joy
Hearts lament
Mundane pulses with every thought
What is decay if never sought?

The weight of the answers we’ll never perceive
Like maps of the stars etched in frost that won’t leave
And still we march forward on legs made of glass
Not knowing the future
Just mourning the past

This clock moves with teeth that gnaw to the bone
Each tick a betrayal
Each tock overthrown
The rhythm’s relentless
A tyrant disguised
In seconds that whisper what’s truth and what’s lies

This fracture was always bent
Absent joy
Hearts lament
Mundane pulses with every thought
What is decay if it’s never been sought?

So we hum through the static to decipher the gray
And drown in the questions we bury each day
Is this now or forever?
We’ve forgotten the line
Between trembling edges and dismal signs

The weight of the answers we’ll never perceive
Like maps of the stars etched in frost that won’t leave
And still, we march forward on legs made of glass
Not knowing the future
Just mourning the past
This clock moves with teeth that gnaw to the bone
Each tick a betrayal
Each tock overthrown
And still we march forward on legs made of glass
Not knowing the future
Just mourning the past

So we hum through the static to decipher the gray
And drown in the questions we bury each day
Is this now or we’ve forgotten the line
Between trembling edges and dismal signs

Signs

So we hum through the static to decipher the gray
And drown in the questions we bury each day
Is this now or forever?
We’ve forgotten the line
Between trembling edges and dismal signs