The Last Ones To Suffer

I feel insane, these blasé mortals seem to relieve pain
With hollow substitutes for deep meaning.
I can’t ignore these things,
just count the ways that give into them.
Why am I awake?
Why am I awake?
To keep your dreams at bay;
an equilibrium.
Why am I awake?
Why am I awake?
My child, a calm awaits,
you just can’t see it yet.
We were the last ones to suffer,
we embraced the feeling.
We were the last ones to suffer,
this has to begin again.
The world is grey.
With every breath the world shall know my pain;
My infinite regress. There’s more to say.
I curse my words for premature escape,
I’ve barely started yet.
Why am I awake?
Why am I awake?
To keep your dreams at bay,
a pretense, I confess.
Why am I awake?
Why am I awake?
My child, a calm awaits,
it’s just not meant for us.
We were the last ones to suffer,
we embraced the feeling.
We were the last ones to suffer,
it gave us some meaning.
We were the last ones to suffer,
to know of the feeling.
We were the last ones to suffer,
it’s only the beginning.