Saving Grace

born alone, i’m always trying and failing
to escape the slowly sinking feeling
i have worn like a weighted crown of thorns
can we share this burden of being born alone?
we fucking die alone
no words can change what’s written in stone
so i fall, fall down to my knees
oh god save me from the hands of my fellow man
but no one can save me from this path i’ve chosen now
to leave those empty words behind, i can’t be saved
crashing bores and lifeless whores, all that surrounds
and the hunter becomes the hunted down, trust in doubt
trust in nothing but a reckless abandon
and the hunter becomes the hunted down, so save yourself
and if you spit, i’ll swallow every bitter taste
buried so deep inside of me
this sovereign heart is my saving grace
could never be a part of something more
could never be a part of something worth dying for
and i’ll live a life that doesn’t mean anything
break the cycle, break those chains
but when i die, you’ll sing songs that don’t mean anything
break the cycle, break the chains
we all die alone