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VERSE 1

Perpetual desolation

Why do I talk to myself in my head?

Always figuring it out

Never really do anything about it.

Would be nice... it's hard to say.

Wonder if I can even evolve to what's next?

I feel as if I fall at every step.

(Music swells slightly, becomes more tense)

PRE-CHORUS

And deep in my core,

The thoughts I possess

Leave me weak about the test.

(Music builds to a powerful, driving rhythm)

CHORUS

So embrace the suck

As much as you embrace the luck!

It all lasts a second,

A minute,

Sometimes days.

But my ways are not your ways,

Says the Lord.

My ways are not your ways.

(Instrumental Break: Reflective and heavy)

VERSE 2

(Optional new verse expanding on the theme)

Maybe the answer isn't in the figuring out

But in the standing still, amidst the doubt.

This constant narration, a shield and a cell,

A self-made heaven, a self-made hell.

(Music builds again)

PRE-CHORUS

And deep in my core,

The thoughts I possess

Leave me weak about the test.

(Power returns)

CHORUS

So embrace the suck

As much as you embrace the luck!

It all lasts a second,

A minute,

Sometimes days.

But my ways are not your ways,

Says the Lord.

My ways are not your ways.

(Bridge - Music becomes sparse, more intimate)

Is this desolation just a refining fire?

Burning away every false desire?

"Your thoughts are not my thoughts," the silent reply...

Maybe the point isn't to figure out why.

(Final, explosive CHORUS - sung with desperation and acceptance)

You GOTTA embrace the suck!

As much as you embrace the luck!

It all lasts a second,

A minute,

Sometimes days!

But my ways are not your ways,

Says the Lord.

My ways are not your ways...