Moth. by Pillars of March Lyrics

And when I thought that I was finally done
That I had reached my fill of misery
My trough refills and I must eat from it
Because I am unable to feed myself

I thrust myself back in like a moth to the lamp
And bash my head against the unsoft glass
And though it burns the scales off of my wings
I still choose this over my apathy

She tortures me with her memory
Claws at cages inside my head
Arms outstretched to break the chains
Dejection creeping over like rust

Torture me with your apathy (empathy)
Cast my clothing beside my cares
I am some kind of wisp to you
Grievances one has left to bear (x2)

I thrust myself back in like a moth to the lamp
And bash my head against the unsoft glass
And though it burns the scales off of my wings
I still choose this over my apathy