It's a broken belief,
That you're rewarded just for speaking your dreams.
A constant lack of ethics, morals, and shame...
Replace your conscience with displacement of blame.
All undeserving, is this wrong? is this right?
Tossing and turning almost every night.
Ungrateful mouths are the first to be fed,
As the devil's hands mold the rage in my head.
The only thing I have is... remorse for reality.
Am I the last of my kind?
You're waiting for yours while I'm working for mine.
I'm at the end of this lifelong rope,
but I'm still reaching for more.
I've been sinking for all these years,
but I'm still swimming for shore.
You've been handed the keys to it all,
while I'm still picking the lock on this door.
Uphill battle stained of ethic mortality,
An age of entitlement, a different mentality.
The only thing I have is... remorse for reality
Am I the last of my kind?
You're waiting for yours while I'm working for mine.
You put your hands out and you ask "is that all?"
You've reached the summit without risking the fall.
The only thing I have is... remorse for reality
Am I the last of my kind?
You're waiting for yours while I'm working for mine.
Chicago hardcore veterans embrace industrial metal, doom, and experimental electronics to transcendent, explosive effect. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 18, 2023