Our Fates Running Parallel

I tried to find a silver line in your subtleties Have I lose the frame of my identity? Is it finally happening? I keep bad company Such bad company Bad company Oh And now there's nothing comforting save for the fact That the poison was made for the cure The liar speaks in tongues I'll cut them all out It's all inside and out There's only state of confusion these faded illusions Nobody know what they came here for it is euphemistic at its core These blurred out lines Make me question our dark designs I am set to fail why is nothing real except our fates running parallel? I'm so sick of the noises But what are my choices? I tried to find a silver line in your subtleties Have I lost the frame of my identity? Am I so undeserving? I keep bad company Such bad company Bad company Oh And now there's nothing left for me I'm so sick of the mother fucking poison But what are my choices?