Holding on to what you see there’s plenty to deceive
When it’s gone, maybe there’s an answer you’ll believe
Cause I'm looking down, sick and tired of all those things you said
Can not run, cannot think of anything but me
When you’re looking down, sick and tired of all those things you did
There is nothing more that I’ll do, won't you stop and wait for me now
Wasting my time
Can not shelter you, can not think of more of this onslaught
When you slipped away
Buried in your hollowed dreams, imprisoned in your rule
To the extreme does it matter who you really where?
Cause when its gone are your payments really made in truth?
When your looking down, sick and tired of all those things you did
Can not run, cannot think of anything but me
When your looking down, sick and tired of all those things you did
There is nothing more that I’ll do, wont you stop and wait for me know
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024