This Isn't Done Lyrics

As a retreating tide will ever return

There's a lesson in the back and forth one day I will learn

Until then I'm not concerned. Here I could never stay

So different in the same way, I see how your candle wanes

There's never been a conflict I approached indirectly

Was that my folly? End to my calling, banishment from beyond the sprawling

Shivering ever hungry jewel I will never return to crawling

No sense of enthralling, beyond that of being walled in

Fine, I'll disappear to the sound of thunderous applauding

Call me fallen, call me cast out, call me whatever you should please

You'll never count me amongst the number living on their knees

Consign me to your memory albeit temporarily

The cries are echoing and infinite reverberating across this forlorn firmament that I am cursed to ever tread

Comprised of multitudes that long learned to let go, vision oh so narrow, compliance in their marrow

(Giuliana Borsella)

The melody of our song, unsung

Reaching tides we tried to outrun

Your hand in mine, your breath in my lungs

Every piece of me left undone, undone, undone, undone

If defiance served as currency we'd no longer be so cursed to see our end grow to certainty, I'll serve to be a warning

Crimson sun over morning, society contorting, penning it's fate in cursive perfectly

Then fine. I'll go. With this burning in my chest, to the unknown. Always such furtive deviation

I cannot repair that which wants no alteration, I swear I wasn't wrong to be consumed in this fixation

I'll express no remonstration, no contrition or impatience

I'll remove myself from this unholy degradation

With no remorse. No. No remorse. The track marks down my cheeks are simply standard for this course

If you stand for your beliefs, you'll be battered by the forces of embittered winds whose lingering leaves a howling throat hoarse

A home..no, a city past a shoulder tip, it beckons a lingering look but all now is so sickening

I leave this place so withering, onwards lies a grave, or a rebirth. Surfeit or dearth. In my heart of hearts

I cannot fathom which one i would find worse

I will wave no flag, no standards to be raised to be displayed, if a home brings you shame, why

Would you remain, cut it to rags, least then it serves a purpose. Fervent scripts, your regret, I assure this

Morals claimed but vague, quarreling with the plague, every bit of uniqueness bottled up stored and tagged, remove me from the dregs, my spine no longer sags, find me in the periphery with those who won't beg

This pack of disappointments. Rejoice then, I will walk into the setting sun, one day I will return, don't you ever say you won

This isn't done