The floor is collapsing, the walls are closing in
time’s passing me by and there’s no end in sight
in the midst of this unstoppable chaos
I find myself seeking peace
but there’s nowhere to reach, no place to climb,
no home to stay, and to exist, as I am.
full of hollow feelings that I may never comprehend
soul’s disconnect, from this life grown mundane
screaming to deaf ears, voiceless in the constant shouting
unbroken but unreachable, safety derived from this weakness.
How do I numb the wound that keeps aching and how do I erase the scars that remain.
Things once so pleasing, now feel so inconvenient
trying to conceal all the wrongs through space and time
my constant thinking, the reason that I can’t stop bleeding
and still, to sacrifice myself, would be heresy
How do I numb the wound that keeps aching and how do I erase the scars that remain.
There’s nowhere to reach, no place to climb, no home to stay, and to exist, as I am.
The Brooklyn miscreants dish out six helpings of raw, sinister punk that combine raw energy with metalcore power moves. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 14, 2022