modernizing the myth of sisyphus – SeeYouSpaceCowboy…

Self serving relapse
Risk over reward
Angel in the thorn bush
She don’t want a setback
No solace in your life
It’s a razor in your hand

Goddamn
Blood soaked fortitude
You’re fading with substance and inside a grandiose myth

Insist the solace won’t kill you
It’s sobering
And so it seems we’re moving so far away
From thoughts of redemption
And choking on words that just fall apart

So replace the blood in your veins
We’ve run dry of this poison
Fuck

Favor no solution
Aim for the same conclusion
Jealous of the dead
All for a poetic end

I don’t need a reason
I don’t want to hear it
Just shut your eyes
Lay down with the recourse
Bleeding out is my choice
I don’t need a reason
I don’t want to hear it
Strutting down the razors edge
Don’t lose your balance