I’ve carried these shackles long enough to see them as a part of me.
My new identity is on a thin veil of liberty
Tell me, where was the misstep my friends?
Where did I fall down?
Now reaching from the pit, only grasping cloud.
Choking on the lungs that I forgot about. Maybe the carcass belongs down there with the rest of me.
Discarding the remnants of the body may set me free.
Let me be.
Leave me be.
I’m trying to burrow my way out, with bleeding fingers.
Debris in my ears with the song of dissent.
Ascension never ends with the reward.
Coughing up dust, retching out with blood.
Maybe this is the atmosphere I need to exist.
Masochistic, depressing, disposable.
Collapsing into a death spam.
Release the roots!
Pull me up! Pull me out!
I have grown so desperate for sunlight that I will kill you for it.
“That's why, that’s why, that’s why you suffer!”
I am tired!
Of the climb!
I am letting go!
Release! The! Roots!
No way out
No way out...