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ostage to agony
4 am. I feel the eyes, they’re digging in. My skin is too tight, i am losing my grip. There is no silence in this house. An image of a clock is all I see. How it ticks each second away from me, filling my heart with dreadful doubt.
Watching my time run out, questions all sounds. Will I ever get closure? Did the world do this to me or is it a disorder?
The silence is mocking me, it’s never ending. As the visions pick at my brain, I’m hostage to agony.
Endless, repeated, rage filled ticks continue to click inside my skull. No future to be seen, never to grow old. The only way I’ll truly sleep is with a bullet hole.
I’m begging to swing. I’m begging to swing.
Begging to swing, maybe then I’ll fucking sleep. As the snap of rope shatters through my spine. I can’t wait to die.
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Two impressive vocalists, variable and skilled guitarists and a tight and very powerful rhythm section. That plus the ability to write a song really leaves nothing left to desire here. mourner