Few and Far Between - Amoral

No more intentions smothered by consequence

Everything is moving insanely fast and the pace, it’s increasing

Calm as I stare at what is in front of me

I feel compelled to the thoughts of leaning back and closing my eyes

Disorder all around us, yet I see nothing and the cure is spilled on your face

The panic all over us and this is all I feel while the cure is spilled

In spite of knowing that the wage is to get killed red-handed

I still shed my skin like you

And as everyone’s gone beyond the point of being forgiven

We don’t know about delusion into dismissal

Just the reek of guilt staining the walls

And that is the sight we don’t want to see

A few more words about the filth of thoughts random

Hell yeah I think it’s nothing more than an excuse since there is always

another round coming up Every single time

And we both know the truce is just for honing up the skills — you know it

I’ve never betrayed, lied and hated this much but you will

See I’m just trying to fucking core