Looking back it’s all too simple
Clarity like unstained glass
Prosperity crushed into dust
End actualize
So move on beyond the myth
Into a manifest loss of a toxic trace
To be devoid of the disharmony…
Such a saving grace
But there you are
Holding the threads of a forfeit past
Severed strings unravel and snap
Into nothingness
The audacity – born in dread
Exit strategy – fade to black
A god complex of spineless stench
Cross-less with no resurrection
But there you are
Clinging to the threads of a forfeit past
Severed strings unravel and snap
Into nothingness
There you are
Dreaming of an end all existence
The truth is this: You were the one who left
Farewell escape artist
The audacity – born in dread
Exit strategy – now fade to black
What could have been – what a waste
Unable to see the face of your own fate
The masterpiece that you create
Is making an art out of your own escape
But there you are
Holding the threads of a forfeit past
Severed strings they snap
into nothingness
There you are
Dreaming of an end all existence
The truth is this: You were the one who left
Good riddance escape artist