Resentment Lyrics
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Album | The Bad Place(2020) |
Type | EP |
Genres | Deathcore |
Labels | Independent |
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3. Resentment (3:42)
Behold, the creator of prisoners
The cause of production of slaves
There is no hope for change.
No light at the end of the tunnel
Just a never ending journey down a nonsensical path.
A path that ends in death.
Your network of little birds will fall as they're torn from the clouds
A blemish erased from the canvas that is the sky
And then this vile creature from the Earth.
Out of all the goodness, purity and love
A stain on the cleanest of cloths.
You dragged my name through dirt
Razor blades
And salt trails
I have no idea why I keep trying, it never fucking fails to come back on me
I've been searching for diamonds in a world of shit
And I just can't quite get over it
Trekking down the well-worn path
A familiar script written with blood
And sludged down by filth from the sewers
Pathetic, feeble birds
Mindlessly repeating all the words you've heard.
Don't believe everything you hear
Your network of birds dismembered at the beak.
This was never what life was supposed to be
Toxicity
Rotting the family tree
Stay away, get the fuck back
You never gave a shit about me or my path
Keep reaching for my throat,
You will never choke me.
You see, you've filled my heart with this hate, and it will remain until the day you lay in your grave.
Now lay in your grave.
The cause of production of slaves
There is no hope for change.
No light at the end of the tunnel
Just a never ending journey down a nonsensical path.
A path that ends in death.
Your network of little birds will fall as they're torn from the clouds
A blemish erased from the canvas that is the sky
And then this vile creature from the Earth.
Out of all the goodness, purity and love
A stain on the cleanest of cloths.
You dragged my name through dirt
Razor blades
And salt trails
I have no idea why I keep trying, it never fucking fails to come back on me
I've been searching for diamonds in a world of shit
And I just can't quite get over it
Trekking down the well-worn path
A familiar script written with blood
And sludged down by filth from the sewers
Pathetic, feeble birds
Mindlessly repeating all the words you've heard.
Don't believe everything you hear
Your network of birds dismembered at the beak.
This was never what life was supposed to be
Toxicity
Rotting the family tree
Stay away, get the fuck back
You never gave a shit about me or my path
Keep reaching for my throat,
You will never choke me.
You see, you've filled my heart with this hate, and it will remain until the day you lay in your grave.
Now lay in your grave.
The Bad Place - Lyrics
1. Topiary Lyrics | 2. The Bad Place Lyrics |
▶ 3. Resentment Lyrics |
The Bad Place - Album Credits
Other staff
- Grant Huffman : Recording, Mixing, Mastering Engineer
- Ben Hoagland : Artwork