Dead End

Does that writing on the wall tell us it’s not true?
Less time to decide, clocks are burning.
We’re now thrown together.
There are few chances for a tomorrow.
We’re not holding on.
The curse is short but binding.
The curse never ends.
Last chance, claim your dependence.
Don’t settle on what you’ve become.
What I see is you and what you are doing.
What I see in you; all the damage that has been done.
No one knows.
Last chance to damn and shout with a gun in your mouth.
The curse is growing stronger.
The curse has taken over.
The curse is going nowhere ever.
We’re lost in this, dead-end.
The curse has knocked us down.
Strengthened with our flaws.
The curse is us, and everything.
We’re lost in this, dead-end.