作词 : 佘晨扬
作曲 : Psychopress
Ridiculed devotion – like a fool, the guilt's fueled.
The vilest conspiracy, I recall and withdraw...
My wishful thinking is the root of it all.
Intimidated and disintegrated...
I would compare you to a swarm of scavenging ants, foraging for pain.
When you are through, what will remain?
Scoffing at my vows as you sabotage the truth you pursued.
I have realised and reviewed that indeed this is nothing new.
Listen to this lament, the fait accompli:
Those pretentious lies left me with nothing but woe.
Should I give in to the struggle, for I know though my melancholy has me nearly destroyed, rumour has it that my claim is a mere decoy?
I traced the trajectory, an endeavour to find the source of my cloying sentiment, yet its complexity has consumed me.
Two roads diverge ahead. I choose one that I dread, while I say I'm misled.
I would compare you to a swarm of scavenging ants, foraging for pain.
When you are through, what will remain?
Scoffing at my vows as you sabotage the truth you pursued.
I have realised and reviewed that indeed this is nothing new.