Unender

"Will you cut your tongue? Atleast,
It'd be better than the lies that come. Between,
Us, Unender, you will never wake up.
Safe to say that this scene plays forever so good luck."

Well I trapped myself inside some kind,
Of variation of my mind,
Where all things insatiable get left behind,
And any thoughts of home just go.

Could we exhale, run amuck amongst the snow?
Frail beginner's luck, caught in your undertow,
Slow though, so we won't get stuck,
Yet we prove ourselves in how we've grown.

I just wanted you to know, philophobe,
Could've made you brighter than any star has to show.
Could've pulled all-nighters, could've held on tighter,
Guess this is what I get for selling out my soul.

Guess this is what I get, no more prizes.
Guess that it's safe to say I'm not excited,
Guess all my money and all of my niceness,
Could be traded for a world full of lies.

So, fine, you want last place, that's what you'll get.
My back burner's nice and warm for ya, you're all set.
Don't forget to ignore me on the way out,
I hope you're better off now.