We Die all the Time

Through the door of my meaningless unreality
welcome to the hell behind my eyes
a bitter vacationland; a black serenade
A wasteland filled with lies

Liars creeping about on their spindly legs
not yet stuck but they will be soon
We are trapped in webs of our own making
Yet we do not know how to get loose

We peek into here and we peek into there
watch their skill with instruments of pain
a room crafted entirely from needles
We’ll die slowly and be reborn again

Wings fluttering
we try to escape with the birds
but we know, even they can only go so far
even they have short lives, and will die someday soon
but we die all the time