Under an eclipse of ever-rising feeling
  Moving faster through my veins
  and bleeding out the sun
  that's beating down on our necks
  and burning my eyes.
  If this is a crutch for the weak,
  then I am the least of these.
  So cut off my arms and break my legs
  so I don't feel this anymore.
  Choking on all of the feeling
  that I'm swallowing in.
  Tasting the failure on my lips
  that I've lead in.
  And this is my last chance for survival
  A last ditch effort to cure my ache.
  We're so vain, aren't we?
  We're so proud and empty.
  We're left leaning on our only intrigue.
  The lies that I've told won't bury us whole.
  They won't find us in time.
  This is the end of the story that I can't forget.
  This goes far beyond our loyalites
  and we feign as a shield
  that's teeming with guilt and resonance
  But we held our heads so high.
  We have not yet defeated failure.