The Precipice

SUICIDAL TRANSCENDENCE (Ghoul)

You can't run, you can't hide from a feeling that grows on the inside
You can't thrive, you can't love
When every second you're strangled by the
Breathtaking urge to give in to the misery and doubt
Then you recall what you've been taught:
"That's just the coward's way out"

On the precipice
So close to commitment
Is it out of spite if I cross the divide?

If what it takes to be a man is repression of what you cannot manage
Then count me out
There's no advantage to pretending you're not fucking damaged
Oblivious are those of us who revel in the plunder
While it takes us emotional hostage and props up domination

On the precipice
So close to commitment
Would it be a lie if myself I decry?

I don't remember choosing to follow expectation
Or self police with patriarchal regulation

DETHAW... (Ghoul)