endtime paradigm

these words we live by become these mantras we cry become these notions we chuckle at as we die

these friends that ring true become these spectres we cling to become the beautiful gravestones we drunkenly sing to

this music to our ears becomes a source of great tears becomes a reflection of failure and our enduring fears

this love we trust in becomes this cage we rust in becomes the unending battle we think we must win

this money we treasure becomes the thief of our leisure becomes the worst possible ruler by which we measure

this sex we try for becomes the loneliness we cry for becomes the wants we don't need that we soon die for

this hate we run from becomes as steady as a drum becomes the edge & the anger to which we all come