Process

I'm spilling out my thoughts
You're spilling out your guts

"All that's worth dying for is already dead"
An empty religion you've learned to accept
When nothing means everything, your
daily routine
You go through the motions like a
helpless machine

When the answers to everything are right
in your hands
You lose your conviction, but you can't
help standing
On the one thing that held you for so
many years