Heirloom

In the bright blue, there's a feeling That will bring you right to your knees and It'll keep you from believing any whispered word from the wilted Don't you feel like you've been cheated? That the mark we made on the ceiling Is a loose lip still revealing every dark truth in our inheritance Drag right through the wreckage we're left to tend to Those heirlooms And let them fall prey to the casually cruel Forced to grin and bear the burden All the damage that in our names was Doubled-down on and then sold somehow As a gift from the generation That just chewed up all that once was Then to spit us out with the fragments of Bones that can't be broken down because One can only be so full of shit at once Drag right through the wreckage we're left to tend to Those heirlooms Let them fall prey to the casually cruel Had enough of writhing bright about it No one asks for life, they just make it through Reticent from rotting raw around it What was once so full is running now on fumes Turns out there's an arrogance to it That cannot be swallowed any longer, no Burning red on the hot concrete about it Since nothing else has seemed to work yet Won't you Drag right through the wreckage we're left to tend to Those heirlooms And let them fall prey too Drag right through the wreckage we're left to tend to Those heirlooms And let them fall prey to the casually cruel Are you proud to have built a future truly destitute Where no feet move?