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String of Flesh

The rain is falling down
The water under the bridge is rising up
It makes my mind wonder
Contemplating if I'm man enough
My strength is diminishing
I am not aware how much I possess
Plagued by a treacherous past
And so it seems I am at last
(Chorus)
Hanging by a metaphorical string of flesh
Undying is my will, but will my will be enough
To overcome each new adversity of retrogress
The answer lies beyond that which must be risen above

Loving is lovely but if loving brings misery
Is loving worth making myself my own enemy?
Compassion is a passion but if passion births destruction
Is compassion worth sacrificing each promising decision?
Is the point of life to merely break even?
Because I find that all happiness eventually kneels
To its pretentious counterfeit of false reason
Then the pain it sends eventually heals
(Chorus)

Resent I have sent to save my sentiment
To restore order to the empathy I've retained
Disdain I have obtained through my lament
Created from a heart so ruthlessly stained
Is the point of life to merely break even?
Because I find all joy eventually bends to break
To its pretentious counterfeit of false reason
Then the pain it sends never ceases to wake
(Chorus)

To those it may concern
I have lived and I have learned
That all that lives, too must die