Habitual

The way down, so clearly outlined
By marks made on the way up
The way that we break down, break down
Taken down, just to bring it back up

Try to drop this hate, all inviolate
Can you bear this cross, alone, all at what cost?
Given and face-down, broken and comatose
Given and face-down, broken and comatose

The ashes that float to the surface
Burned pages, and all, that I dare, not, hope
Try to drown them forever, in my wake
Some kind of undertow, keeps them afloat

This will set you free, no dependency
A span you draw yourself, alone, and no-one else
Given and face-down, broken and comatose
Given and face-down, broken and comatose

This will set you free, no dependency
A span you draw yourself, above, and no-one else
Given and face-down, broken and comatose
Given and face-down, broken and comatose