Through Flames - The Cycle Of Lyrics

The cycle of
People counting on you
Expecting you at nine am
Disappointing them by ten
Stabbings on the train
Or pushings on the tracks
How has it avoided me thus far
Why are we doing here
How am I possible

Pick the mug out of a line of sinks
Miles of hidden bosses
What cost costs us
Can't dig up missing
Try and find lost

The cycle of
Finding someone for you
To make your life a lucid dream
To keep you from seeing
That you were being raped
And you weren't supposed to know
How have we avoided it thus far
Why are we doing here
How am I possible

The landlord lawyers
Hands up
Trope first
Money slow where i can see 'em
The loft swings
Strange fruit
High suit
Trickling down the gutter
Like discount blood

The cycle of
Loosing pieces of you
They're bought they're sold they're shared they're spent
Until you're nothing at the end
Drownings in the lake
Or jumpings on the tracks
How has it avoided me thus far
Why are we doing here
How am I possible

You stand out in traffic
Clean orange cone jammed in your arm
Learn the language
Don't speak it
Burn(/bomb) the billboard
Don't keep it