The Perpetual - Deception Of A Ghost

That’s just how it is

Everyday the never-ending push and pull

The constant cycle of eat-sleep-repeat

The perpetual

Grinding of teeth and gears

We barely fit the mold

Our shells are chipped and dented

We look weathered and we feel worse

The spark feels like it’s almost gone

We aren’t setting a fire in anyone’s heart tonight

So don’t count on us

But don’t count us out

We will see what we’re made of

When the dust settles to the ground

Skin like concrete (skin like concrete)

Fingers worked to the bone

Without a challenge there can’t be true motivation

Then suddenly in the dark

A small ember, a small spark

The swelling of our hearts

A rush of blood and oxygen

Ignite the fire

A feeling of rebirth

Ignite the fire

This forgotten feeling

Will we let this fire burn out of control?

Will we nurture these embers, keep the fire burning inside?

And allow new thoughts, new hopes, new dreams to flourish

In this all but forgotten fucking body

We are the creatures of habit

Do we have what it take to inspire and ascend?

We are the creatures of habit

Do we have what it take to inspire and ascend?

These tired hands

This shaky soul (shaky soul)

The weak neck that holds our burden minds

It’s so easy to seem broken

The bad bones, the broken hearts

Without a challenge there can’t be motivation

Without a spark, a lonely ember

We will fail, we will break

Stuck in the cold alone