And with that knowledge I should've made the changes that my dreams had so implored
But my heart is, and was, and will always be so full of hatred for this role
And so I gave myself permission to leave the messages ignored
It may not be the way to live; it might seem as if I never try
All that artificial willpower was the closest I could muster
While wearing a sheep skin that fused painfully to the form
Corroded my wings, stole every bit of ephemeral luster
So here I am in much the same manner as before
Rolling my eyes at the atonement that I'll have to now convey
And soon enough repeat the cycle to meet the demands of this place
Doing whatever necessary to get through another day.