Requisite Catastrophe

Why do we base our lives on breaking everything There’s only so much grace on down the line Like all the cuts that happen just in time The patterned whispers pantomimed And the cycles we repeat time after time As science waits for us to all believe it’s true The chemicals we breathe lead to decay And as the blood keeps racing to our heads As we lie sequestered in our beds We can’t think of a single thing to say While the requisite catastrophes lie guilty by our sides Preventing us from forging our way through But we were never brave enough to push beyond our fears And obediently dream that it was true It was true We spent a fortune at forgetting who we are Instead we’re left defined by things possessed By virtue or entitlement We’re left to wonder where it went And did we even understand at all While the requisite catastrophes lie guilty by our sides Preventing us from forging our way through But we were never brave enough to push beyond our fears And obediently dream that it was true It was true We’ve bred our own disasters But we don’t know what it’s for Just stumble and believe Like a thousand times before So caught up running faster Toward a paradigm so sure To terrified to leave Or hope for something more Some days are just survival Inside a world as hard as stone We commiserate on fortunes And a fate that’s all our own You can curse your own complacence Or better breach the highest wall To find solace in reflection And we were never here at all