Bane is on Fire!
Fuel My Apathy
With every breath your
shaded, faded picture produces
a simple photograph.
Clinical sneer and cynical leer,
your contortionist face guides
these abrasions.
Fuel my apathy and drive me
over this ledge on which I am
precariously perched.
This living's overrated, and I
buckle under my caring
and my trust.
When the dead man shoots the moon
and shoots himself, I know I have to come to a
full stop.
But the pause is never enough
and the daybreak brings only you
and a cup of coffee.
So fuel my apathy,
and let me
let go.
With every breath your
shaded, faded picture produces
a simple photograph.
Clinical sneer and cynical leer,
your contortionist face guides
these abrasions.
Fuel my apathy and drive me
over this ledge on which I am
precariously perched.
This living's overrated, and I
buckle under my caring
and my trust.
When the dead man shoots the moon
and shoots himself, I know I have to come to a
full stop.
But the pause is never enough
and the daybreak brings only you
and a cup of coffee.
So fuel my apathy,
and let me
let go.
...and it still kicks a**. whee
