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