Wiley & Light's Science Fair Project

Constant
Etched in our minds with brick and bone
A loss leading practice that feeds on the ill-informed
Faultless
This is the act that scars a man
The contra the broken the un-American plan
All eyes towards the sun
This is the end of days
Loss of the stable things
Death of the honest way
You’re on your own
All hope has fractured divine
Bullseye
Knock’em dead in the later rounds
Attack through attrition 'til they’re buried in the ground
All eyes towards the sun
This is the end of days
Loss of the stable things
Death of the honest way
You’re on your own
All hope has fractured divine
Always talking
Saying nothing
All your empathy is a ghost
Static translucent that’s living through parables
Stuck in a place that time forgot
Archaic banter a noose to progressive thought
It’s getting cold
Winds ripping through the trees
I’m finally alone
To mend back my jaded warped sense of reality
This is the end of days
Loss of the stable things
Death of the honest way
You’re on your own
I hear the ring of the phone
Begging me to come back
A tactless play by the wolves
Who hide in the leaves
I hear the ring of the phone
A desperate attempt to make me see
All of these sickly things that they believe
Hell is a still in your mind
Hell is a still in your mind
I hear the ring of the phone
If this is what we strive for
Why do I feel indifferent
Hopelessly walking circles inside my head trying to finally feel