Bird Of Emptynest Birth Of Tragedy Lyrics

[Verse]

Running through my mind
Coming apart yet shunning the line
Obsessed with the scars
That cling to my spine
Stretching my parts an wringing my why
Until it doesn't describe
I'm hell-bent puncturing pride
I'll tell it the fuck off
As I spit in it's face an toss salt in the wound
Walk out of that place right off in a plume
Made of machismo
Fate of the creep
So what can i say
The lust is delayed
And it'd be a lie to say
That I would hate the build

Hate the build! No
Make it fill every single hole n gap
It still must be me that lacks
The will to grasp it firmly stagnant still
I pack the purging even if i lack the wording
I struggle still to the catch the burning
Is the mask yet working. No
Too combative disconcerting
Hate everything why am I searching
What else would I do
It seems to change with my mood
Frail in the wind of passions that itch
Why can't I scratch or get any bit of relief
From the kiss of the leech
Adrift in the rift sitting between borders that sting
Dreaming about what the disorder'll bring
To this apathetic introspect with the empathetic intellect, unable to sit n stretch what he's got or bend the breath to conceal the rot that's in his head
In a thread of indolent rage
Like villagers that wouldn't do shit bout the plague
Camus obsessed wouldn't be here to express
If It weren't for the words that he set
The French kiss to a misfit
Flailing about in attempts mixed with a bit of Nietzsche
From the lens of adolescent cliche
Affirmin the birth of my tragedy
Logic and chaos into a masterpiece
Dionysian Apollo tossin a hemlock for my sorrow
After each attempt I inch
Closer n closer to what I meant
I sit n ponder as I long for
What I can't ever see
Lost in my need
Godot is the feed