No clouds in the horizon

It's funny that we ended up this way.
I guess you could say I belong to the abyss, for time and again I've been winding up here. Perhaps lately I've been more searching than avoiding it.
There's no comprehension so far for this thing I feel. All this rage, astir. Morosely swallowing its chains. It's me, and it hurts me. For all this time the solution was simply making sure its target was only me. But if even the bones of our backs tend to bend over time, how could these answers not befall the same ordeal in due time?
Your back aches, your neck hurts, your stomach suffers. All these strange symptoms popping around your body, is it time?


I feel tired when I go there. I always heard you shouldn't go to work as if you were headed to the slaughter.
Maybe I should've paid heed to their words before.
It's true.


I feel I've overdid myself in my frenzy. It wasn't an all-out social suicide but it was... some sort of teaser. I believe there's way more triggers now.
All these triggers...


Do you think we can make it through the elections?
We'll brace up, we'll lock down.
If we control it all the way through, do you think it's gonna be okay?
We'll silence the noise, we'll focus our eyes.
Could you please answer me in a way that makes me feel you're you?


Guess that's payback.
I don't know how to control it. Time flies.
I keep on saying that I love you but I do not prove. We've been distant all the way up to now. And possibly for many more days on end. I feel like saying I'm sorry but I'm the one who seems to sink. You didn't abandon me one darn minute, not even when I sleep. You've always there, and once I sleep we're together. A never-ending role fest, where all can be new by merging the past.
I can't say sorry, except for the fact that I've been weak. A coward and a sinner.
A coward and a sinner.
A betrayer and a killer.