Struggling to cope, day after day. But its to late to try.
When your whole world come crashing down and you'v got nothing fucking left.
I did everything to better myself, just to make you care.
I still feel cold, and your still fucking there.
How much can i take, before i drag a blade across my flesh.
I did everything to better myself, just to make you care.
I still feel cold, and your still fucking there.
The anxiety builds up in my head. And the thoughts of death keep me sane. Nothing left of me, nothing to care for. Don't cut me down from the rope id rather fucking die.
The Brooklyn miscreants dish out six helpings of raw, sinister punk that combine raw energy with metalcore power moves. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 14, 2022