I Simply Am Not Here

I have a narrator sitting right behind my eyes.
Tonight we hear the voices outside, it's 3am and I'm fucking wired.
He tells me:
"Go run in the streets, run wild, ruin all you meet, run wild run wild
And don't stop til you're stopped, don't stop til you're stopped, don't stop don't stop run wild."


It's walking through the town and knowing enough is enough.
It's taking a look around and realising there is nothing you could love.
It's outstaying a welcome that was never really there.
It's feeling like theres nothing to be done when you used to care.
It's the end.


Served up on a silver plate made from all the spoons from our infant mouths.
Living beyond our means has meant we're far from living.


I don't see a hope anymore.
We are all monsters undercover, we are all worthless at our core.
This is why we weave webs of lies.
To protect one another because the truth is something I'd rather hide away from.

I woke up to a choir singing right outside my door...