Fictitious words always seemed to be more appealing.
Sweep the truth under the rug and direct their eyes towards the ceiling.
Quite a story, quite a mouth, quite a pen...
For someone who never called me a friend.
Do I get to revise your tale,
Since it's my name that you put up for sale?
It's a vicious cycle.
Proving yourself in a world they create.
It's a vicious cycle.
When others' voices precede your fate.
War of words.
Verbal evisceration of man.
War of words.
Just saving face any chance that you can.
Searching for the cause,
Before you wreck the effect.
Can you settle your insticts now?
Is this anger too much to deflect?
Should I make matters worse?
Should I get in over my head?
Now look at what I've become,
I'm everything they've said.
It's a vicious cycle.
Proving yourself in a world they create.
It's a vicious cycle.
When others' voices precede your fate.
War of words.
Verbal evisceration of man.
War of words.
Just saving face any chance that you can.
It's a vicious cycle.
It's a war of words.
It's just the way of the world,
From what I'm told.
Chicago hardcore veterans embrace industrial metal, doom, and experimental electronics to transcendent, explosive effect. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 18, 2023