Criteria We Pretend
We pretend
Living out our half-lives
A solemn end
Walking through the land mines
In the night, awake, to celebrate in the cold dark hour
Breaking down like an enzyme
You're stuttering
Your hands are shaking
Your muscles ache
Your lungs constricting
So, this is dying
My end has no timing
So, this is dying
My end has no
Timing the answer is never the answer
And while our friends are blown apart
We celebrate a fake-tanned Bonaparte
Is this the end or is this just the start
I can make amends if you are true to your heart
Can you be true to your heart
There's no defending an answer when it leads to cancer
Break away before you break me down
Down like and enzyme it won't be the first time