You try to keep me down;
you try to make me break.
Alone and scarred you’ll leave me,
an enemy you’ll make.
Nuts and bolts in the federation of tools,
made to hold together and not pull apart.
But when you don't do what you’re told to,
you're cast out if you don't fit the mold.
But if you think you can get underneath me,
pull out the rug, and drag me into the sea,
hold my head deep beneath the waves.
Feel my lungs begin to burst into flames.
Maybe it's the way that we feel it,
the gravity of the stony truth that divides us,
pulling us down to the deepest depths like we've never seen before.
Maybe this is the end;
I hold my breath again,
pulling me down to the deepest depths,
I’ll never feel again.
What if we're all born to lose?
Then we'll live to win.
Will we live to the sun rise?
Even if it dies.
What if we all live in sin?
Then we'll die to change.
What if we refuse to fight?
Then we won't know what's right.
I've got a thousand lives to live, but no time to live them.
It's just another opportunity that we were not given.
Maybe if we were numb, we wouldn't feel it.
If there's nothing to hold us down, we won't believe it.
You're limited to what you see if you only use your eyes.
The opportunities given, wrapped up in a disguise.
Don't neglect what you are trying to reach if it's too close to touch.
Asking for more, when it's already too much.
Maybe it's the way that we feel it,
the gravity of the stony truth that divides us,
pulling us down to the deepest depths like we've never seen before.
Maybe this is the end;
I hold my breath again,
pulling me down to the deepest depths,
I’ll never feel again.
Waiting on the world to break but all it does is crack.
It burns up in the stratosphere, all until it turns to ash.
I'm a psychopathic parliament, a spastic overseer,
just another bad conjuncture that they forged and delivered.
To this day, I'm just another slave to my mind,
grinding me up, whipping me, and threatening me with knives.
But I'm done with the escape routes leading to the beginning.
I wish that I could find a worthful place that holds some sort of meaning.
Circumcise my mind, pull back the cortex.
Find this tumor that helps me make up my mind.
Maybe this is the end;
I hold my breath again,
pulling me down to the deepest depths,
I’ll never feel again.
A new compilation series featuring cat-loving metal bands from every state donating their tracks for local animal welfare organizations. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 12, 2018
A dulcet combination of early(ish) blackgaze and melodic angst-driven emo with some rays of light constantly peeking and disappearing. Like joy and sorrow, like sun and cold cloudless night. Stylish compositions. 𝙅𝙤𝙚 𝙎𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙡