Acedia

Do you burn churches or do you burn books? You say the wrong things but have the right looks You've got everything and still want more Without knowing what you even live for This is too much, this is too real, and it's too late to stop now Screams so loud, crushing doubt, funeral gowns People and the past repeat themselves The broken records are flying off shelves We're losing control of how we're defined And get our exercise by running out of time New face, same shit New life, same shit