Envy

Envy the dead For the pain is over Envy the sleeping They dream of the day Something familiar But out of place Coming into focus Going the wrong way Here's a septic thought A tangible grief A toxic desire A sickly green Tune out the background And everything is bleak Scrub your mind a dozen times But you can never get clean Envy the dead For the pain is over Envy the sleeping They dream of the day Something familiar But out of place Coming into focus Going the wrong way Envy the dead For the pain is over Envy the sleeping They dream of the day Something familiar But out of place Coming into focus Going the wrong way Here's a small gift It comes with a note It says everything you covet Is drowning in the moat You can't have your cake And eat it too You're not even awake You're just passing through Envy the dead For the pain is over Envy the sleeping They dream of the day Something familiar But out of place Coming into focus Going the wrong way Envy the dead For the pain is over Envy the sleeping They dream of the day Something familiar But out of place Coming into focus Going the wrong way