Arm's Length
by Downpresser· from Age Of Ignorance
Jailed in my own stockade
Nailed in the coffin, laid in the grave
Choking for a breath as I sleep with death
The unholy ghost makes her descent
I should have seen it coming
I should have started running
Anything but this
Done with the favors I've been given
None have the right to tell me how I'm living
Cause and effect keeping us in check
You'd get yours if you ever stuck out your own neck
Now I see it coming
I'm standing, not running
I'm owning up to this
I can read the future and I read the ending first
With every page I turned it just got worse and worse
I could tell you how the story goes, but I'll save you the grief
Take comfort in knowing your suffering will be brief
Hold my hand and let me pass
Rest in pieces in the past
You can see the logic, I don't
Belong to no one, nothing, I won't
Belong to no one, nothing, I won't stay
Maybe I'm empty, maybe I'm full of shit
You're the hand that fed, I'm the dog that bit
Untamed, no cage, no name
Running wild with the virus in my brain
I'm chewing on the scraps
I'm sniffing out your traps
Keep me at arm's length