100 EPITAPHS

[Verse 1]
Overindulgence in grief is only immature
Forgetfulness is both the sickness and the cure
Lay your emotion with them like a mourning wreath
I chose to shut my eyes, you chose to bare your teeth

[Pre-Chorus]
What's the point of pushing back against the mill
That grinds the world to dust?
What's the point of picking at your wounds, your scratches and your scars?
One would think so, I believed so
And it was the wiser me
But the wiser you knows better
But the wiser you is (free)

[Chorus]
Ah
Another apathetic epitaph
I think my marble heart is gonna break in half
A razorblade, a knife, or a saw
The tepid autumn day is starting to thaw
So stupid, I can't help but laugh
I really want to scream, "I've had enough"
A candle burns another photograph
A helpless child, the same as before
I grip its neck and reach my hand for the door

[Verse 2]
Playing the world like a toy - I think I'm gonna hurl
What do you understand? A naive little girl
I understand that I still spin and play the same
I simply went and gave a new name to the game
And I know damn well
You cannot trick the system running the machine
I'm aware no soul can enter, roam its halls and come out clean

[Pre-Chorus]
And it's like that, and I'm like that
And I'll always bear this stone
And I'm fine with that, I told her
And it chilled her to the (bone)

[Chorus]
Hey
Something about this doesn't seem okay
I hear my voice as if it's really far away
My shadow darkens under the sun
You hold a hand that still remembers the gun
Nobody taught me how to pray
An instrument I heard so many people play
I'm ready to be blinded by the breaking day
You'd think by now the chains got undone
But I'm afraid of breaking into a run

[Post-Chorus]
Draw a thousand lines
Sometimes I dream, I wish I had the bars to build a cage
Loose compromise
Where the sun won't set as long as I can set the stage
A thousand tries
Another circle drawn, another light, another missing page
A thousand miles
Walk, sit, and reprise
Your hollow call to the winds of change
A thousand times
I thought now, wouldn't it be callous
Wouldn't it be strange
To meet your eyes, cold and tired eyes
With anything but childish rage?

[Chorus]
Now, don't make me laugh
I will not read your lousy epitaph
Who do you take me for?
I've had enough
And I would gladly break my every bone
To have you breathe some more

Don't make me laugh
I will not read your lousy epitaph
Who do you take me for?
I've had enough
And I would gladly break your every bone
To have you breathe some more