Transcend,
We try to rip the shell away,
Into the void without a trace,
The counter measure you have now
Won't do a thing.
It won't stick, the ugly truth is here,
Go on and disappear, love,
The crooked smile we fake
Is that the best we get,
Is that the best we get.
This is the thing that swallows you whole,
Don't give away what you wanted so long,
There's no more words, no more reasons,
Not one more lie you can feed us,
Oh, you know all the things we loathe,
We become it,
I defeated it, we will become this.
Resist,
You bite your tongue and stay asleep,
That's all the dirt that we need,
The guilty pleasure you came for fed your disease,
It don't stick, the lines are blurred and grey,
Go on and try to kill, love,
And that's your last mistake.
Is that the thanks we get?
Yeah, that's the thanks we get.
If I was wrong, then shut me down,
You open up surrendered.
All things must end but not today.
But you don't know what gives us hope
Enough to move forward.