Maybe its just finally opening your eyes Seeing the results of the culmination of the times The way things rest when let alone And that there is no changing What all along was set in stone
Breath’s very purpose misconstrued, skewed, and slurred Maybe there’s no way to say another word For in most places lately there’s nothing new to even be heard
So hurry this time and make your choice Raise no cry- silence your voice Pick your path for your very last:
Suffer with Paul or hang like Judas
Yet both were hung for a jaded justice anyway The question of “If” has faded away
Its a matter of when
A matter of how
Are you going to kill the pain now?