Relapse (USA) : Victim

Hardcore / USA
(2016 - Chugcore)
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1. BRAIN DEAD

Over this
Swollen head
Every hair on edge
This sinking feeling isn't attraction
Now I've hit the ground
For the last time
This is me shutting down

Don't say sorry
It's not like you hurt
My fucking feelings
Or anything
You brought this
On yourselves
My world is the concrete wall
Pressing in against your skulls

Pathetic victim
You've brought this on yourselves
And me
I've walled myself in
I've walled myself in


2. COARSE

Another kind of animal
Caught inside the crowd
Wrapped in the moment
No value to hold you
To the ground

Like sand
Against my gums
A real mouthful
Of fake speech
Always holding on to something
You haven't earned the right to keep

And now I'm standing here alone
A vulture with no
Way to tear myself
Out of this
Deadened
This Deadened earth

And everyone's so selfish
And every one of us the same
Wolves covered in wool
Looking to feed again

Another unique perspective
For rotted points of view
You feed as a collective
The daylight brings it to full view
As it brings it into view

Bare your teeth

As your wrap your head around this
And it falls right into view

Now wrap your heads around this
It's what's tying me to you
What ties me to you


3. DEVALUE

I know my name
Is written on the inside cover
Restless breaths
The shallows are smothering me
Tasting death
By the mouthful

It's a book I wrote myself Into
The deep end
Keeps calling me
Breathing is just
out of reach

So how do I
Cut this loose
Churning the dirt
Pulling it up by the roots

Elbows deep
into the earth
And it just slips
I feel it roll off the tips of my fingers
I tasted the pressure once
But all it left me with
Was soil In my teeth

Let's set this straight

I'm trapped
caught in a haze
Like a bad hangover
I'm stuck trying to shake

Even when I succeed it's a wash
I fall back asleep
all progress is lost
There's blisters on my back
From where it rubbed me raw

Twist the gears
By hand til it hurts
You go in broken
But you'll come out
Worse

Prosthetic hands
Reaching out
A fake attempt
At letting go
I live this like
Like possessions
The longer you own me
The less I'm worth


4. APNEA

Waste of life
As You walk on through
A million unfamiliar faces
You never even knew

But I've kept myself
In check
For far too long
Feigning self respect
Til it thins me out
Now I'm breathless
Out of step
Heavy heart in my hands
one in my mouth

This is my obituary
No note
No tears
No more sympathy after all these years

Only ever waited
To be alone
To break and to bend
To the sound of this dial tone

Arrested mental state
Nothing left to escape my neck
As these chains wrap around me tight

And I've caught myself
Looking again
Window shopping
As a means to an
End

Fuck being stuck here
Fuck standing still
I'm sick of the aching
Fuck my weak will


5. HOLLOW POINT

No light
No life
Eyelids shut tight
My trap closes
Around cold steel

Tell it to someone who cares
I have no fear Of death
All Hollow points
For a lifelong victim

I have deceived myself
I am bereaved
A broken man on a hollow cross

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