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Spite

Album: Of Cutting Cords Durasi: 4:24

In my bleak depression

I feel rage and lust

Keen to take possession

Of my self-distrust

With an overwhelming reminiscence

Looking back to all these woods I never entered

And the dreams I never shared

I let you become the medicine

And excuse for wasted time and wasted anger

In these futile love affairs

But what if this pill brings me down to my knees

As you suck this poison out of me

You relieve me of all burdens I was given

By the mothers of my past

About as much as you imprison me

Inside a cage made of allusive indecisions

But at least these cages last

When distress comes closer

I'll always will

Be longing for kisses

And shattering thrills

Your mission is over

So get off my back

You're this kind of person

That blows my stack

In my bleak depression

I'm deserted land

Craving pain and passion

Drying for nights on end

When distress comes closer

I'll always will

Be longing for kisses

And shattering thrills

Your mission is over

So get off my back

You're this kind of person

That blows my stack

Now raise your glasses

To humankind

And its selflessness at heart

And betray the masses

Until they're blind

To the core of spite that really tears them apart

Before the last tear dries