Concoction by Terra Pyre Lyrics

Is it ever really over?
This cascade of impressions in the memoirs
Like fault lines

You can't spit me out, I'm what you've made
Remember how we're all to blame?

Stay the course or find an escape?
I'm just what the world conspired to create

I'm counting on you, not to see it through
Look the other way, am I clear?
I'm chosen by fate, to perpetuate
The cycles of ire and fear

You can't spit me out, I'm what you've made
Remember how we're all to blame?

Stay the course or find an escape?
I'm just what the world conspired to create
With this veneer of impunity
Witness the logical conclusion
Behold