Inapprope - From Autumn To Ashes

Mothers nursing orphans, retreating through the beams

I think that you exist but do you really?

Electric correspondence, you cannot pay the rent

With hand me down appendages for chemical enslavement

It’s not indefinite, it’s got a lifespan

You try to nurture it, hope for extension

As far as right and wrong, I know the difference

But right is oh so dull, and no one’s interested

Amsterdamage doctors, prescribing recipes

With side affection stapled to your black jeans

Expressions are revealing just where I’d rather be

But I’m thrown under the bus to try to resurrect a dead scene

Buckle down, when it becomes a threat you vocalize a hard truth

So here goes

I’ve reached the top of this ladder but what did it matter

It’s on the wrong wall