Rupture

 

Trapped at the table breaking bread

While the poison pours into my head

Want to run but stay instead

& the show goes on as we play along

 

In a summer haze into the maze we go

Things I wish I didn’t know

No clue to who is friend or foe

Everything burns as your back is turned

 

Stuck in a snare of my own making

Follow the cracks of everything breaking

 

There is the child who counts the cost

Of all the innocence he’s lost

The hand of fate that deals unjust

Sees the most & cares the least

 

Stuck in a snare of my own making

Follow the cracks of everything breaking