Wreck and Reference – Ascend Lyrics

I am the son of a treacherous hand.
Told golden and chosen and lifted to light.
Reflected in brass on the casket of hope.
In spite I decline, I decline, I decline.

Now gold turns to lead turns to acid to piss.
Naked and awake in the kitchen I see myself,
Two apples and a chair,
In a house that is nonetheless collapsing from the corrosion of doubt.

From a life of the mind, from the absence of heroes,
Just the buckling of foundations, just the ebbing of tides.
While this town was talking shit about itself, while I was doing likewise, while I was mouthing hymns to the walls.

Now my wounds close wearily, light is no longer with me,
Only a weight I cannot lift.
A projection on the side of your house that reads I no longer have the energy for breathing.