the purposelessness inside us all
unsatisfied in spite of what we’re on
and memory fails to feel anything new
the lies to dead ends all used to be true
now we’re off
we’re on, we’re off
wear on, wear off

the worthlessness felt inside us both
questions unanswered to give us a sense of false hope
we live and relearn the fear and destruction
trauma has won once the pain is reluctant to go
and we chose what we owe
and i loathe all i know

what’s worth saving or amputating?
war with god and angels, slain
victory’s vain
we’re on, we’re off

what’s worth saving or amputating?
war with guardian angel, slain
history’s vain