when they argue endlessly to conceal that nothing is done when i know my faith will falter without touching anyone when i fail to understand the news they re reading out when the rats are taking over the unsinkable when their trivial hearts are set on trivial souvenirs when the laughter is getting glamorous while my lungs are filled with tears when the thumbscrews of regret shut all my systems down when mortality is longing to be realized don t tell me to leave my abyss don t tell me to come to the surface don t think there is a way to silence the rapture don t tell me to leave my abyss don t tell me to come to the surface don t think there is a way to silence the rapture to exit the grey when the veil of ignorance alights on my ideas when nobody pays attention if my nature disappears when they put me in the dark for a verdict without trial when my will to breathe is fading in and out don t tell me to leave my abyss don t tell me to come to the surface don t think there is a way to silence the rapture don t tell me to leave my abyss don t tell me to come to the surface don t think there is a way to silence the rapture to exit the grey to exit the grey