Like staring malignancy in the eye Unbridled confidence Considered not the weight Unblinking and content Instinct Small cuts keep the wounds anew Tradition Burn ties and the apathy grew Like staring malignancy in the eye Unbridled confidence Peripheral headlights of a train Acceptance creeps in Like damning the sun for rising again You can't win Situational apathy is no way to live Cross your T's and blind their eyes Break bread and forget their pledge Broken promise all but lies Lurch Leap forward and sleep at night Lurch Come undone, arrange for shackled sight Lurch Lurch Instinct Small cuts keep the wounds anew Tradition Burn ties and the apathy grew Aversion Dividing line distance less than great Desertion Tooth and nail through nothing at stake Considered not the weight