Accustom - Arkh Zeus, Owen

How far does this rabbit hole go?

The saddest ticks bite at my soul

Pour more kerosine in this well, I might float

Then again, I might choke

Just strike a match

That would be the perfect way to ensure

That there won’t be no fighting back

I can feel this cursed aura get warmer

Always finds a way to trap me in a corner

At this point, I can’t react, I blame the boredom, whoa

Even in the post-mortem, whoa

I wake up to the same

I wake up to the same

I wake up to the same

I wake up to the same

I wake up to the same

I wake up to the same

I wake up to the same

I wake up to the same

I wake up to the same

Decaying slowly, but decaying surely

This crazy cycle is just the way for me

I wake up to the same

Decaying slowly, but decaying surely

This crazy cycle is just the way for me

I’ve grown accustomed to it

I’ve grown accustomed to it

I’ve grown accustomed to it

I’ve grown accustomed to it

I’ve grown accustomed to it

I’ve grown accustomed to it

I’ve grown accustomed to it

I’ve grown accustomed to it