Shining

Watch your heroes decay

Into pathetic facades

No one's ever cared for

Your concern of victims and odds

While they praise

And feel so good to guide you

Until the overreach

They pride themselves for what you hide

And I still believe they're so strange

I still believe they're so strange



A face to wear for the day

When you cower under

The veil of obedience

The way you stay so in tact

Knowledge weighing upon you like glass

And the shatter is inevitable

Cannot take another day under

Cannot take another day under

The pressures of mobility

And I remain a figure

Immovable as long as the path remains well worn



And I feel like I should hang the noose and forget

Down on my knees and so receptive

Feels like I'm slitting my own fucking throat

Just to maintain the image I have upheld

Slitting my own fucking throat

I'm hanging the noose

Slitting my own fucking throat

Hanging the noose