In The Morning

Here you aren't again
Holding steadfast to the plan
Turn your back on the way out
I know i can't save you now

Feel the pulse of disease
Weigh on you like gravity
Forge a fix with medicine
You're not fixing anything

How could you truly believe
The ends justify the means
When you forgot what ends are for
And you can't be anyone anymore

Let the current steal you out to sea
Like a fate forecast in a fever dream
Sink down into your dark abyss
Now the parasite of your own ailment
I'm still the sail you tore apart
Floating in the wake, an abandoned ark
The sun will rise and lead me home
Where i'm safe and sound, forever alone

You'll always be the plague inside of me.