Wither

A soft feeling could break me

The pieces fall away from there

All it could be

And what's for them?

There's an ache

That never seems to dull

What's worse than death

Is to be defeated

I've done my time

Struggled with the meaning

To endure is to be free

And every part I rip away

Only bleeds

Everyone has a choice

And I've made mine

Held fate in my hands

Watch it wither with time

I'll make greenеr pastures

A place for the seed

In timеs of fear and sorrow

I'll file my teeth

What I can't touch means nothing to me

With the dirt lined up

Everyone chokes

I'll take my beating

Scratch these words in my bones

Never a victim of what came before me