[Verse] Days fold into each other without edges. Stomach gnaws itself raw, searching for memory. Tongue swollen, cracked like old leather. Water tastes of rust and nothing else... Hands tremble counting crumbs on the floor. Rations measured in lies we tell ourselves. I sleep to forget the pressure inside my gut, And waking up weaker than before... [Pre-Chorus] Light bends wrong at the edge of my sight Figures pass through walls that aren’t there I tell myself it’s exhaustion talking I tell myself it isn’t real... [Chorus] No weight left in me No strength to beg Balanced and measured We are left to rot... [Verse] I saw him at dawn, or maybe at dusk, Black horse standing where the street had fallen in. No sound from its steps, no breath from its mouth, Just balance held steady in ruined hands. I laughed and wiped my eyes raw, Called it a trick of hunger. By nightfall, three neighbors didn’t wake. Their names already forgotten... [Pre-Chorus] Faces thin until bone speaks first... Voices fail before the body does... I stop remembering how food tasted... I stop remembering how hope worked... [Chorus] No weight left in me No strength to beg Balanced and measured We are left to rot... [Verse] Walking feels like dragging wet sand. Legs buckle under their own weight. Skin clings tight, stretched and dull. Eyes sink back, watching less each day. [Bridge] The horseman stands again at the corner, Closer now, undeniable. I don’t scream... I don’t run... I just watch the balance tip... Fat burned clean from the frame Muscle consumed to keep organs awake Heart stumbles, pressure falls Blood thins, vision tears apart. Stomach eats itself open Liver fails, poison stays Thoughts decay before breath does And the body gives up its shape... [Chorus] No weight left in me! No strength to beg! Balanced and measured! We are left...to rot...
