Repeating Disarray

Repeating Disarray

She walks swiftly, with no turn of head
As the cold wind blows through her hair, again
A repeating memory of souls long since frozen over
Tell me a story, with words spun so swiftly
You talk too fast, quick as a blade
Let the words cut away with small cuts and times since passed
Like the wires you hung yourself with, yeah, like the wires you held me down with

The sky is irrelevant, the taste of the wind
The feel of the dirt beneath my lips, and the taste of blood on my tongue
Meaningless hypocrisy of the ravine you've dragged me to
Dug with your bare hands, leaving trails of empty dials and numberless calls
Can't you hear what you're saying
When you scream at me so loud
Unheard and untold, these rotten flowers are the only sign
Of a timeless age so long ago
Never ending, a still frame of empty reels
Strung up from the rafters with the negatives and potential failures
Hung there with me
You're useless.