Verse 1:
A world between worlds where the timeline curls 
I’m waiting for the worms for my skeleton and nerves 
they will serve the blurring terms of germs that long and yearn 
I infer I observe on the streets on the curb 
there is solace in absurdity I’m spending my time 
wasting that currency I’m bending my mind 
never known internally 
barren hid in verdancy, death: peppered with eternity
I’m riddled in disease the one in my synapses
The loops and the lapses life collapsed taxes 
The chances mask the masses, the lies that we are wrapped in 
favors earn compassion and dream is one fine contraption
I’m capturing the moment in a jar
I’m stashing all the lost and you can tell the stars, I would never go far 
the minutes stuck to me like a looking glass in tar,
they’re robbing me of bliss in the universe’s mist and inside is laced with infinity’s kiss
and I miss the wits that are drained in the routines cyst
Hook:
A disturbing comfort that nothing does matter where the blood splatter doesn’t make man shatter

Verse 2:
Breathing for the tokens that we get for making potions and my hope is that I will kill my hope and corroded blood is flowing 
the rotten mixed in golden 
a world between worlds where the timeline curls 
where nothing else matters but infernos in my words
Tell me everything that the bottomless heard
Abyss within my cells that is burning in my birth
A disturbing comfort is that I’m the absurd

Interlude:
I had a dream that someone understood 
I understand that no one ever could 
There is solemn in that
a thoughtlessness of fact
Unthinking unblinking
No interest and the limbless
The infinite the skinless

Hook:
A disturbing comfort that nothing does matter where the blood splatter doesn’t make man shatter
A disturbing comfort that nothing does matter
Where human emotion will fade in the motions

The Burden Of Being

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The Burden Of Being

SNAFU KANE