Empty Promises

I, like my brothers, lent my ears to empty promises
Led to believe and brought to ruin, suffer through survival
I’m in over my head — with no end in sight
Pensive but willing — to fail at best
Between pride and circumstance, so focused on wrong ideals
We lost sight of what matters most, my heart regrets
Culture consumed with glorious fame
Have I lost fucking mind?
When everything’s so bright from here, what’s done is dusted
What lies ahead beyond regret, what’s done is dusted
Shell of disapproval — weighing down your guilt
When everything’s so bright from here, what’s done is dusted