Always Moving

Always Moving (Verse 1) The mandate for joy is never to think, To purge the ledger and obfuscate the ink. Consign every memory to a hearth burned low; No "what if" specters where the embers glow. If I succumb to stasis, I’ll drown in the grace Of a haunting perfection I’m unfit to face. (Pre-Chorus) Glimpses of the vestigial—the pale, the unrefined, The ghost of a self I must leave behind. I’ve charted a course of least resistance, Anesthetizing truth with stubborn persistence. (Chorus) A shark of muscle, a shadow of grey, Absconding from the light of a pristine yesterday. Always moving forward—a visceral need, The synaptic pulse, the electric feed. Solitary, frigid, in the dark of the deep, Where the salt and the pressure keep the secrets asleep. (Verse 2) Forward momentum to feign through the day, But in the vantablack, I can’t keep them at bay. They sidle up beside me, insidious and cold, Crashing like tides that refuse to be told. Sandpaper skin invites no caress, A tactile armor to mask the distress. (Outro) Always moving forward, you swim in my wake, Dodging the wreckage and the ruin I make. Always moving... Always moving... Before the silence takes