Текст песни
sever it
everything that you take pleasure in
sheltering
all the thoughts keep you from better things
beckoning
death on the call but you let it ring
deafening
silence as you meet your reckoning
It's time to make amends
With all those you had to contend
Will you reach the end
Until then you have to extend
So try not to defend yourself too much
And try not to expend
All your energy
On tryna keep your feelings in instead
This heart bleeds apathetically
Caught in the weeds, non-aesthetically
Feeling like you're in the trenches and life is a war
Feeling like life is a bitch, but you're tryna fuck that whore
Firing blind, paying no mind to anyone around
Counting the time, losing the point of holding higher ground
Letting go is a lesson that you can't seem to be taught
Can you think of all the times you couldn't help but feel a lot of rage
Like an animal trapped in a cage
Like a slave making minimum wage
Like a kid who does not act his age
Like a level one, stuck on the final stage
