LYRIC



Words, the shape of a sword
Claim, the absurd
Regards, fake preferred
Scars, remain unheard
Decorate a life, left unlived
With shiny trash, be relived
Remain alive, among the dead
Just a tail, with no head

Nice and tidy we crawl, up a giant mountain of discontent
Maybe the road to hell, is paved with no intention at all

See past the mountain peak, rise through the suffering
Fresh air rejuvenates, journey to recovery

So hold dear the heart that bleeds for you
Bury yours deep within the cold of the night

Fingers, the shape of a gun
Shoot, words that kill
Warrior, behind the screen
Hide, silent scream
Dedicate your life, to wasting time
Leave behind, broken minds
Feel supreme, a loser’s dream
Wake me up, with a silent scream

Nice and tidy we crawl, up a giant mountain of discontent
Maybe the road to hell, is paved with no intention at all

See past the mountain peak, rise through the suffering
Fresh air rejuvenates, journey to recovery

  1. Reece

    June 10, 2021 at 3:12 am

    “We are what we are looking for. He is always there and makes him known to us if we give him time. ” Thomas Merton

  2. Catherine

    June 16, 2021 at 12:41 am

    This is my favorite song.

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