[Peregrine]: 379.Poetry & Lyrics.Disinclination

what do i do, with nothing to say?
looking over a directionless day
and standing there with organs intact
repeating, repeating, There's no going back.
repeating, repeating, There's no going back.

Forget about tommorrow; yesterday's a lie
and if you can't remember, you're only alive.
Blinded to black by your own guiding light:
How do you know what's wrong and what's right?
How do you know what's wrong and what's right?

Just give me a reason or a name to call
or a bright shining principal.
Because i'm not inclined to fight for you
Not when i know what lies are true.
Not when i know no lies are true.