Lyrics Limbs Subside - Disconnect

False idealist
Non divine
Feigned decision
No design
With our strength
We′ll become
Waned inaction
Limbs subside

Mundane grind
Live to burn
All this through
Wilt or change
With our strength
We'll become
Waned inaction
Limbs subside

Contoured, abrased, subservient
Valleys of dismayed desire
Contoured, abrased, subservient
Face a pain you cannot run from

Fall
Recoup again
Rise
It′s merely cyclical