Utter Descension (Trillium)

Elusive in the deepest acts of taking Conducive to the horrid act of breaking Bending the laws to your every whim I cannot win... Productive in the fakest indignation Seductive in the foulest fornication Sending the cause into torrid sin I cannot win... But why would I give in to give up? Run to put it out Extinguish this world on fire Once we’re going down We’ll all languish in the mire Can we put it out? We’ve all grown so very tired We’re too late Heart rate is critical Recessive in a sea of domination Depressive by the means of resignation Lending the awes to the fires within I cannot win... Elective is the course of action’s sermon Selective is the process to determine Tending with gauze all the wounds of the din I cannot win... So why should I give in to give up? Run to put it out Extinguish this world on fire Once we’re going down We’ll all languish in the mire Can we put it out? We’ve all grown so very tired We’re too late Heart rate is critical We’re falling down into utter descension We spiral round into utter descension Hope goes to ground, into utter descension We’re falling down...