Days. They gotta pull their weight
Dragged from slumber half awake
Daisies waiting on the vine
Wilted by the hour of nine

Malice funds a soul depraved
Motivate the hate we say
Hiding in plain sight it thrives
Poison for the love
Poison for the love deprived

I beg the clouds to break
I've been told the fog will thin
If I could just resist the urge to win
And beg the clouds to break

I've been told the earth will spin
If I could just resist the urge to win
And beg

Busted moral compass, shallow grave
Nothing buried, nothing gained
Strip of sunset out of light
Darkness by the hour of five

So closer to the ground I stay
Still pissed off but less afraid
Every bed I occupied
Resurrected side-by-side

All this running around
I never found what I'm running toward
And if I was oh so invisible then
I'm invisible now more than before

All this running around
I never found what I'm running toward
Posing in the mud in a gown
Falling on my sword

I beg the clouds to break
I've been told the fog will thin
If I could just resist the urge to win
And beg the clouds to break
I've been told the earth will spin
If I could just resist the urge to win
And beg