I got a pocket full of pills
That are hard to swallow
I got a fist full of dollars
That I didn't have to borrow
I am taking what is mine
Forcing my hand
I have no disguise, I have no courage
I hold my self to a higher demand
You'll pay the price, you will not question
Your suffering comes straight into my hands
I'll take what I want with no mercy
Holding this all to constant perfection
Rest assure, my mind is tainted
From wars that I cannot win
These colder dreams taunt me
In this water that I cannot swim
Through the surface
While I try to make things perfect
I see the being staring back at me
Holding and binding
Tightening the grip, until I can't breathe
I got the numbers, and I keep tryna find some structure
My energy's failing, its becoming frustrating and I don't wanna wait to suffer
While I'm caged inside this cell and I keep calling for help
I'm trying my best to escape this man made fucking hell
(As I see) the enemy's coming closer
I hold my composure, my focus is forward, I raise my fists till the fight is over
(My minds spiked) with all my actions
And I'm programmed to fight while the hate inside turns into my current fashion
As you've seen my eyes are turning red
I can only remember the times that I have fucking bled
Through the surface
While I try to make things perfect
I see the colder being staring at me
As I try to sleep
Saying talk is cheap
While I still, try my best to bark while I have no teeth
credits
from Avesta,
released August 6, 2021
Produced by: Westfall Recording Studios
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