Fornoth - Sorrow Lyrics

Sorrow
The word suits the emotion
The urge suits the function it seems

Borrow
Beg steal and purchase
That which pushes furthest
To let the disease

Alone I step in, it releases the anguish
It preaches, I languish
In solitude
How can I begin
Crippled and anxious
I fear and then damn this ineptitude
Just try not to kill the mood

Now
I give up mind for after
I don't deserve the matter at hand

Absolve
Self of reflection
Would that be a plan to satiate the demand?

The reaching beyond is futile and aimless
Don't get too close and it's painless
How can I go on, brittle and dangerous?
I splinter and blame this ineptitude
Just try not to kill the mood

I curse my ineptitude
And I damn this
And now
It's not that I become the victim,
Just that I'm a scum: a symptom of myself
Give up my health
No don't excuse the sickness
Just indulge the witness - meet you there
And it's not fair that I become the martyr
When all of those apart are sane and fine
Not this time

The reaching beyond is bleak and it strains us
Don't get too close and it's painless
How can I go on adverse to distraction
I must take an action - however crude
Just try not to kill the mood