Might As Well

Triumph of the bliss Is waiting on broken meat Sylph chews through no one else Is gone… you'll know Leave it in the blackened snow With your lung burnt as coal Feel the suns long bitter drone Where they're goin to They don't know Is it sin if it's a need Inside things meld And they say Might as well Fade fickly to the leaves Crumbling fixtures they dwell On tattered paths Leading down Meager sense of security Crusted in the edge of obscurity Livin in a cage Of these broken eyes That stare into empty dream Hollow aside Retroject to blind Scarred figures Dancing knife Cast off slowly Cast off slow Might as well Curl up and die With a good line Crooked gaze may prophesize Seek the place that's Most recognized To relinquish all of Of thee to something I refuse So bold Wicked and weak Incise and flow to seek All long live all them dead Meager sense of security Blistered to the edge Of obscurity Livin in a cage of these Broken eyes that stare into Empty dream And they say Might as well Be dwindling By a thread And they know Might as well Give up and go Like the rest