The Worst of It Lyrics
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Album | The Worst of It(2021) |
Type | Single |
Labels | Independent |
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1. The Worst of It (4:13)
I was warned that this day may come
The splitting of this cage that contains free will
I cannot feel, yet I feel everything:
The unmistakable tearing of my insides
I merely watch as my cells burn alive
There is no way I could ever salvage them
We've been deceived
There's no reprieve
No hope for mercy
My insides are being purged
Vacuumed into a vacant fucking grave
My useless flesh, no longer a prison
Better suited for rot and decay
Praying for the day I never feel again
My final cycle of misery
We set the stage for our own dismissal
Signing ourselves to a life of evil
A burning mass of useless flesh
The final phase of penitence
I can no longer feel a connection to myself
I am running from this state of mind
Omit control, bleeding from the inside
If I could fight this demon that dwells beneath
I pray you finally escape
I've discovered too much pain inside
Knowing that one day life will end
Setting the stage for our own dismissal
Signing ourselves to a life of evil
Extinction is a plague of sin
So overwhelming is the feeling of nothing
Synaptic pulses sputter out and die
What have I left behind?
The legacy of a hypocrite
What do we leave behind?
The fucking worst of it
The splitting of this cage that contains free will
I cannot feel, yet I feel everything:
The unmistakable tearing of my insides
I merely watch as my cells burn alive
There is no way I could ever salvage them
We've been deceived
There's no reprieve
No hope for mercy
My insides are being purged
Vacuumed into a vacant fucking grave
My useless flesh, no longer a prison
Better suited for rot and decay
Praying for the day I never feel again
My final cycle of misery
We set the stage for our own dismissal
Signing ourselves to a life of evil
A burning mass of useless flesh
The final phase of penitence
I can no longer feel a connection to myself
I am running from this state of mind
Omit control, bleeding from the inside
If I could fight this demon that dwells beneath
I pray you finally escape
I've discovered too much pain inside
Knowing that one day life will end
Setting the stage for our own dismissal
Signing ourselves to a life of evil
Extinction is a plague of sin
So overwhelming is the feeling of nothing
Synaptic pulses sputter out and die
What have I left behind?
The legacy of a hypocrite
What do we leave behind?
The fucking worst of it
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The Worst of It - Album Credits
Members
- Andrew Shea : Vocals
- Brett Horton : Guitars
- Chantz Mello : Guitars
- Jack Eaton : Bass
- Derek Falanga : Drums
Other staff
- The Last King : Recording, Mixing, Mastering Engineer
- Andrew Lesperance : Recording, Mixing, Mastering Engineer
- Meserve Designs : Cover Artwork