Transience

This is the process elimination
That I am soon to rediscover
This is a broken communication
That goes in one ear, and out your other
This is a product of convention
And I'm unable to come quietly
This is an abscess of addiction
And I am trying to- to plague it
Well I forced my hands to cut it cut it cut it out

It is a message, and if it's comin'
This is a concept you couldn't stomach
This is the final realization
Of both the righteous and the weary
This is a conscious illumination
Of the resentment that I harbor
It's a jaded observation
Of the life that I am leading
It's a curse you better believe-leave leave leave leave it behind

My pain, my pain is just another excuse
My pain, my pain is just another excuse for-
I tend to always be the recluse

My pain, my pain is just another excuse (x4)
(I can't be alive)
(?)

This is a truthful combination
Of the wisdom I've been afforded
And you will break my concentration
If you wanted, if you wanted
This is a tempting alleviation
Of circumstances that I've been given
This is a hopeless disintegration
Of the life that I've been living
It's a curse you better believe-leave leave leave leave behind

My pain, my pain is just another excuse
My pain, my pain is just another excuse for-
My tendency to always be the recluse

My pain, my pain is just another excuse (x4)
My pain, my pain!