As we try for the thousandth time   To speak of dying as an act that we commit   We slowly close into a fist of failure   Arms are raised, it looks like this is the end      Should we lie here in broken coffins?   Still as the walls begin smile while they cave in   I'm a glutton for failure but I promise you this   You'll have my voice in the end   As we sing the mantra in our hearts   The one we thought was lost,   When this is over still the last embrace is ours,   While we breathe, the ashes fill our lungs   And the ember in our hearts is lost to sweet caress that stings   And scars like salted wounds.      And the fleetest distractions come to tear us from our seconds of peace   In this spiritual canter there's a cancer that's taking control      Gone is the moment when we could have blamed our ignorance on youth   Now's left the bitter taste /of blood in my mouth /but it's earned by seeking answers and a truth we all should hold.