Biopsy by Acid Snot

Tell me which your hidden clues are
In this sore goodbye
If happiness is no use
As a poetic lie
I still haven't found the measures
To dance on thin glass
As my feet are hurt of pledging
(In) the latitude of your heart.
A broken bridge in the path

Caught in loneliness. Consumed by it. Internal bleeding.
My relentlessness is wasting away like I'm suffering a-
brain paralysis, holding on to keep on feeling that I am worth living.
Though I am hopeless deep within.

Do you remember when we used to
laugh at our own fall?
Or when we had lost clear view
the time you wrecked our hall.
And I still see all your pictures
hanging on my wall,
and my life goes on full-circle
while I am waiting for your call.

Caught in loneliness. Consumed by it. Internal bleeding.
My relentlessness is wasting away like I'm suffering a-
brain paralysis, holding on to keep on feeling that I am worth living.
Though I am hopeless deep within.

Caught in loneliness, hanging by a rope tightened around my neck
My relentlessness

Why do I have to pretend that I'm OK if I my decay is an x-ray showing a flat cardiogram
Why do I have to pretend that I don't care if my decay is a portrayal of an empty café in Amsterdam. I can't run.

Caught in loneliness. Consumed by it. Internal bleeding.
My relentlessness is wasting away like I'm suffering a-
brain paralysis, holding on to keep on feeling that I am worth living.
Though I am hopeless deep within.

• Metalcore
• Pop Punk
• Punk
• breakdowns
• post-hardcore
• skate punk
• Barcelona