‘I am just going outside and may be some time’

I tried to make my way out of this hole I dug
I wore my fingers down to bone
There is no sense to this, reason like blood drawn from a stone
We have reached new lows
This cold has become our home
Meaning is lost
All is collapse
The floes have shifted, and now there’s no way back
Everywhere is a pit of snakes, there is no escape
I am losing my grip, this branch is bound to break
Everything made brittle by the cold
The bonds between us are frozen stiff
This stolen pelt provides no warmth
When real wolves are at the door
How to see beyond this?
When all we know is tooth and claw
The cold is in my bones
And it drains the life out of me
We are lost to this frozen waste
Freeze
Thaw
Only to freeze again
This blackened sky is journeys end

Yeah Right Rostow

Behind closed doors filthy minds profit from the rot that has set in
Palms crossed with silver are stained red
Wring out every drop as cities burn
Our children look to us terrified at what we have become
We are an infestation
Bequeath cursed inheritance
When did we learn to hate ourselves?
Bent into shapes we can’t undo
We place our head on the block
We are complacent
Acquiescent
And all we have are sticking plasters for gaping wounds
But before the light fades towers will fall