You Are Relentless

What do you expect to gain from the rubble in your wake?
Do you simply think that the water will stop rushing in the earthquake?

Stop thinking that this will all deviate from the natural result.
Stop thinking that you can start a new.

I believe in greater meaning, but this has gone too far.
I think I've gotten somewhere, but I wind up killing my soul.

You can't seem to see that your at fault.
You keep standing as your faulsifications are true.

Why do you believe in the what's already dead?
Why can't you just see that this not going to end.

Can't you see that you scar?
Can't you see that you've started a black hole?

You keep thinking you're beyond this, but everything keeps getting sucked in.
It's as if the world is your oyster, but also your hell.

I know that I can't see you, I keep hoping I'll end what I dread.
But for some reason I keep hoping it'll improve, but you, you like to pretend.

Stop fucking with me, let this show end.
With it's puppets and props and made up stories.

I know it's not you that I seek,  it's a child's belief in pretend.
But now I know to stop ahead, for it's only me that worries.