End of the Line - Fuck the Facts

I swam until I was too far out and I would never make it back alive

Drew my last few breathes and screamed my terminal final act

Faster I ran towards the end of the line

Returning not the worst to come until the waves wash clean the shore

The dirt will ever mold and crust

Crushed into dust my hands

Forever freed, the dust, myself

You could not keep your thoughts to yourself

Tears swelled up in your eyes when you spoke right to my face

Failure claims all that is touched by your hand

Collect your dreams from out of the trash

Unable to stand what you’ve become

Behind your grin and open palm a fist concealed a coward’s heel

You always knew

You’ve prayed for this curse and now that it’s here, you have no hope for

salvation

The things I recall, you killing me twice

One final grasp of your hand marks the end

Then I will be the first to stand guard in this place