Текст песни Cycles (The Days Get Longer)

Nameless. This depressive disgust comes in cycles. The same conversations, the same faces Words of worth engulfed in dirt. All of my substance lost in long winded give ins. But the days keep getting longer We forgive each other. Forgive me. We hang onto threads that are barely breathing Concepts of emotion plague my memories A myriad of remnants Affirming beliefs carved into my mind like holding stone. I am the beaten horse. I am self sufficient. I am nothing. The days get longer We lose each other.