My hands are calloused, I can't hold on to hope.
The more that I lose, the more I want to let go.
I hear the demons. They whisper secrets to me.
I feel a figure in black. He holds my soul while I sleep.
I'll burn every bridge until I am all by myself.
Build a new one from rubble, a one way road back to hell.
I've disregarded these thoughts for so long that my head hurts.
I could be a better person, but it's not what you deserve.
I'm a time bomb and each second I tick.
With selfish acts of self-gain, I hide feelings with tricks.
I feel no guilt. I know I'm not in the wrong.
I'm like a stray dog bruised and beaten. Let me die in this pound.
My mind and body are not one in the same.
I hide behind cold gazes. I feel nothing but pain.
Told I'm still living, all I see is hell.
I'm a burden on this earth. I was set up to fail.
I'll burn every bridge until I am all by myself.
Build a new one from rubble, a one way road back to hell.
I've disregarded these thoughts for so long that my head hurts.
I could be a better person, but it's not what you deserve.
I'll keep to myself behind these bars in my mind.
With my head in my hands, I plead guilty to crimes.
Disconnected from peers, I find faults in the faultless.
I'll speak my mind under my breath so they can't pass judgment.
This weight on my chest is now as heavy as my thoughts,.
I look up at society and wonder where everything went wrong.
I raise my head to the skies and yell out questions,
But I'll lower it back down because that's where I find the answers.
UK82-inspired hardcore punk from Christchurch, New Zealand, gruff and fast and economical and, of course, righteously pissed. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 16, 2020