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

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