Instinct and analysis
Articulate paralysis
We're all counting down for something
I'm just left with calluses
Dead torso, try to compete
A liar's catching up to me
I'm worse though, time is a fee
Stuck waiting on eternities
Strip the world of all its joys
'Cause every day turns into noise
Antique radiation comes
To swallow, digest, and destroy
Dead torso, try to compete
The sky is always crushing me
I'm worse though, time is a fee
No waiting on a guarantee
Flirting with the obvious will only bring you gifts of what's allowed
Should I ask what would a better version of myself be doing now