Built to Last Lyrics

Not the first, not the Last, to be dying and fast,
Of this thirst in my blood, in my past understood.
In the drains of my skull, intertwined in the pull.
Like the thought never ends,
But we're just not built to last.

In the heat of the light, what has dried underneath,
With each night, with each breath inching closer to morrow.
Into what understood, we cannot, still we try.
In the drying of blood and the sweat into sorrow.
Saving a thought held and lost having spent
All we've had what we've left disregard the sum.
In the light just a whim of a grasping amassed,
Every second we've lost,
None of which was built to last.

Now in sweat and in sin and in jizz against skin,
Taste of come in your throat, and a hand in your grasp,
As a pierce and a thrust of your mind to the wall,
And your ass to the sky as a dying bird thrashing.
Warm down your back or a chill that you clasp,
In the throwing of unprecedence in your past.
Of myself I might ask for a limitless term,
To discern or ignore,
There's so little left built to last.

I've tried to do without, ensued,
A forcibly detained collapse,
In running through all I've pursued,
The pain alone,
Is the one thing built to last.