Demise

Pulled from the surface, it is calling me This monochromatic drone thats never ending We spoke as if we dealt with this before A serendipitous encounter that turned sour Why do I still feel a sense of guilt when I obtained what was rightfully mine? Always seeking validation in my mind Are we all victims of our circumstance unable to break free of these ties? Or just self fulfilling prophecies of our own demise? Suppress expression, toe the line Just follow what they're doing now All at the cost of moral compass I've got to get away from here or I'll always be asking Why do I still feel a sense of guilt when I obtained what was rightfully mine? Always seeking validation in my mind Are we all victims of our circumstance unable to break free of these ties? Or just self fulfilling prophecies of our own demise? Don't pull me under Don't drag me down Don't pull me under Don't drag me down Why do I still feel a sense of guilt when I obtained what was rightfully mine? Always seeking validation in my mind Are we all victims of our circumstance unable to break free of these ties? Or just self fulfilling prophecies of our own demise?