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Detritivore
01:45
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I'm doomed to dig my own grave
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Cursed
04:27
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First things first I'll let you know that I am cursed
Doomed to dig my own grave
Bound to drive my own hearse
I'm doomed to dig my own grave
I've got nothing to say
Nothing to make you feel the right way
Burnt out throat
No words to speak
I'll never be anything
I'll never be the source of anything you seek
Not a chance in hell that I'll ever be well
Not a chance in hell
Not a chance in hell
I might as well put my head right through a wall
Nothing I do is right, no, nothing at all
I'm the source of my own grief
Keep myself from any form of relief
No release, no, just defeat
Standing up just to get knocked off my feet
Cursed
I'm cursed
Nothing for me
My conscience is dead
I'm doomed to dig my own grave
I'm bound to drive my own hearse
First things first I'll let you know that I am cursed
Doomed to dig my own grave
Bound to drive my own hearse
Cursed
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North Star
02:02
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We cling to the names
The labels that we display
But when it all comes down to it
They mean nothing
This modern way of living is so backwards
We victimize the culprit and condemn the innocent
Condemn the innocent
Nothing we read is true
Only a product of this backwards system
When it all comes to an end
It'll be the source of it's own demise
Hate outnumbers love
Money outnumbers all
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I feel like an empty shell
Drag myself down to hell
Thoughts becoming actions
Nightmares become reality
No sign of hope in sight
Not a gleam of saving light
No grace for me
I'll just become a memory
They told me it would be alright
But I wonder if they lied
Just to say that they tried
So their fault can be denied
They feel better inside
Behind the lies they could hide
Ignore the words that I cried
Now I'm left to decide
What's to become of me?
I just feel so goddamn empty
Is there something I don't see?
Something needs to set me free
I feel like an empty shell
Drag myself down to hell
Thoughts becoming actions
Nightmares become reality
No sign of hope in sight
Not a gleam of saving light
No grace for me
I'll just become a memory
The war inside my head rages on
A perfect example of what's gone wrong
This night has raged on for far too long
What's to become of me?
I just feel so goddamn empty
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Reality
03:10
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Your life is a joke
Sit there and choke
On the lies they all feed you
I will never be like you
Product of something untrue
You're a traitor to yourself
And a joke to everyone else
See the world through my eyes
See things for what they really are
Deny yourself the sight of the weak
Obtain perspective
This world is not here to please you
This earth owes you nothing
This fucking world is not here to please you
And I sure as hell owe you nothing
It's time you see the truth
Open your eyes
Gain some sight
See the truth
Open your eyes:
Humanity is fucked
We end ourselves
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