If it's not one thing, it's probably the other. I swallow my problems like I swallow down water. I solve my problems just like my father- I can only care so much, and now I can't even be bothered.
I sew what I reap. I won't live my life on my knees. So cut me at my feet, I've lost the willingness to march to your beat. I gave you my music, made your soul take flight. Look how you've betrayed me- I retaliate out of spite. You can't relate to me, and that fucking breaks me. Deny me, and fucking stake me.
I find daggers when the others see light. Living in shadows, kissing the knife. Live life separate from my peers, one cry away from drowning in my tears. These feelings I can't shake, maybe this confession is a final escape. Tonight, I grind my teeth to the bone- my house is a head that will never be a home.
You can only bite your tongue for so long, until it's plagued with infection. I'm so tongue tied lately, disconnection. I'm sick of selling myself to you. I retreat, everyday I feel defeat- so I lick my wounds.
Blackened hardcore with the sheer heady power of stadium crust and the glacial melodies of second-wave black metal. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 10, 2023