Process of Ire Songtext
von ... By the Deed

days bleed into a blur
years passed in a room
thought I had a grip
on better days coming soon

who was I to assume?
impermanence, acceptance,
i′m so fucking at odds with you
it's true.


through the cracks of my mind
I find hope in the haze
until we all die
loved ones: held tight
ire: for our enemies.

and that′s the trick in it
won't see it in our time
though we hold out for hope
still you will find
some days, you survive living
through spite.