Breathing from the Shallows - YOB

Where you going with your greed?

Sharpened razor’s edge

Burst at the seems

Fit to be tied tried and defied

There’s no better time to die

Where you going with your pride?

Face made of iron

Heart locked inside

Take for granted where you were born

For the air you breathe

As if it was yours

Quiet desperation makes you want to scream

With eyes like magnets

Ambition like cancer

Stomach like a drain

Never content

You can take enough to kill the pain

Imploded narcissus

Creating the false prophets

Grinding teeth

Shallow breath

Strangled from the inside

Man becomes the ghost of his own creations

Until he learns to swallow

This molten world of pain