Exodus

Paved with good intentions Mouthful of inquisition Longing for intermission I feel like dying mostly from crying out For some kind of retribution Fail to see the grand illusion Cool down all of the contusions Left from treading hoping I won't drown We will find rest in the deep end If I'm washed ashore, just know I can breathe again Hot coals and surreptitious Flames burn the skin from my chest You can only grow suspicious Betrayed by the friendly fiction in his name Pints overflowed with hatred A mind made to hold it sacred Father grows impatient Latent ways to fuel and indoctrinate We will find rest in the deep end If I'm washed ashore, just know I can breathe again We will find rest in the deep end If I'm washed ashore, just know I can breathe again