Boychik Dust After Rest Lyrics

These days I don't look around much
I stare at the screen until the dawn
Tell myself what I want to hear
Tell myself just ignore the fear
No point in placing any blame

These days I don't bow to a soul
I stay driven insane by the dithering droll
Keeping in mind the kindness of scale
That I'm a grain of sand in a pale
Lugged around by some little kid
I am bored of the pain, the anger, disdain
I am bored of how I still hurt me Like a rat in the wall, heeding tragedy's call
A monster that wants to be seen
But like Mahler in two, I will breathe and come to
Rising up, like the dust after rest

What was created must perish
What's perished will rise again
Cease from trembling
Prepare to live
What was created must perish
What's perished will rise again
Cease from trembling
Prepare to live
Prepare to live
Prepare to live