You were granted a second chance,
But you squandered the gift that was given.
You tore apart your own family.
Thrown away and replaced.
Severed the ties with a life you left behind.
Ignore the guilt that should lie within your mind.
I don’t know what you expect to find.
Pulled the knife from my skin and sharpened the blade.
Carve these words in my chest so I remember the day.
You struck the match and ignited this flame.
You scattered the ashes and fucking walked away.
I was given a burdened mind.
To judge actions to not be forgiven.
You ripped apart my foundation.
Cast aside and erased.
Severed the ties with a life you left behind.
Ignore the guilt that should lie within your mind.
I don’t know what you expect to find.
If we weren’t bonded by blood,
We wouldn’t speak another fucking word.
UK82-inspired hardcore punk from Christchurch, New Zealand, gruff and fast and economical and, of course, righteously pissed. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 16, 2020