Arms Like a Noose

Obstructed paths
Consumed by oppression
Trapped inside a premonition
And I wish that I could dream
Of something other
Than this grand dismantling
We burn through these bodies
But we’re no strangers to purgatory
Progression ends!
And as we suffocate
We’re comatose
Laid out on our backs
With our hearts exposed
Connected ends
Bleed into one
There’s comfort in the misfortune
And I wish that I could sleep
But I pray that I don’t dream
Of foreboding seas
We burn through these bodies
But we’re no strangers to purgatory (oh)
I can see the shore
But I tread in slow motion
We are bound
To a toxic culture
And as the sun fades
We’re prey for the vultures