Flesh Field Obstinance
They grab our throats making us indulge in something
we're trying to break free from
They call it passion, we call it poison
Either way, it's something that will never fade
I tried too many times to resist
I know I shouldn't care about anyone, anything
So many times I thought of slitting the wrist of the
hand that feeds me
Have I lost control?
We are the causeless revolutionaries, personified by
obstinance
We were sent by the gods of self absorption
We're fools, and that's the bottom line
Erosion caused by pain fades our true identity
Time served is not enough to interrupt serenity
Founded on discordance, yet the strain is still the
same
Dignity gone overboard
Self respect doesn't remain
You did this to me
I only wanted to be
I only wanted to see
You took this from me
You took it
