There’s somebody else that’s speaking for me.
I’ll call this situation, I’ll call it supersedenia.
Replaced before a trace, to who are we lyin’?

Seven stacks of hope and then one misplaced.

Scrawled on a wall there’s a motive for duress
And through it all how the hell can I do less?
Supersedenia, super-see me cryin’.
Super sad denial, standing faceless at the trial.

Every fringe of life is forming shapes, forming better
The blooming bud is figment, now we’re falling together.
And if in my situation, you’d call it supersedenia
For it’s hopeless to sink and you can’t soar higher.

Seven tracks of rope and then one misplaced.

Scrawled on a wall there’s a motive for duress
And through it all how the hell can I do less?
Supersedenia, super-see me cryin’.
Super sad denial, standing faceless at the trial.

All roads have been traveled. I know all routes.
Every future is exhumed already. Several mutes.
Supersedenia… no paths worth tryin’.
Supersedenia… no souls worth findin’.