i’ve destroyed a perfect path broken by what i could not forget so i’ll become everything i hate and i will turn forever in my grave if we’re born with the burden of a heart we’ll never mend and we live at the feet of mountains we cannot ascend and we’ll die with regret for what we wouldn’t let begin then i’ll cast my righteous skin and damn what remains until the curse is coursing through my veins and i’ll bloom and breathe, awake to what we’ll never be breed disease to tear apart a memory but i can’t forget to remember desolation isn’t real if there’s nothing left to feel we’re all born bearing the weight of time we all live clamoring to survive and we all die longing to feel alive