Reign - Inure

we choke on time spent wasted

the pain decide what taste is

left or right I cant decide

if anything could keep the eye

Reiging down in spoiled solution

to acquiese this obsession

flesh it serves us as a scapegoat

but jaded lips will stain

Contempt lends me to silence

with shame derides what faith in

love and hate no one can tell

the point at which this is your hell

and so its seems we guard a place

if emptiness could leave a trace

Reiging down in spoiled solution

to acquiese this obsession

flesh it serves us as a scapegoat

but jaded lips will stain

Just take it wasnt free

this vacance pouring out of me

collecting in a pool of dread

the seconds ring inside my head

like stale bits of dreams regarded

as tatters of deceit