THE SOUND by Against The Waves

Shrouding me up
Numbing me down
Let's praise the sound

Go into the slaughterhouse
Show your biggest smile
We are social animals
So wave at the firing squad

Trapped inside four solid walls like a shell that's lying
On the floor with hollowed soul and a head that's full of hell

Sick of
Not feeling the rain
Even
When it was pouring down

Making up a reason to suffocate
Going all for broke to find clarity
Let's praise the sound

Feel it rushing, wearing thin
There's no grand finale
Melody's become stale
I'm fed up acting like I'm someone else

Sick of
Not feeling the rain
Even
When it was pouring down

Making up a reason to suffocate
Going all for broke to find clarity
Just a taste of decay
To the modern fool Is bittersweet
Be prepared to forget
And to leave no mark before the end

Retreading back again to a former self
Motionless and spinning over your head

Shroud me
Numbing me down
Praise the sound

Pay for the slaughterhouse
Wave at the firing squad

Making up a reason to suffocate
Going all for broke to find clarity
Just a taste of decay
To the modern fool is bittersweet
Be prepared to forget
And to leave no mark before the end

Shrouding me up
Numbing me down
Let's praise the sound

• Electronic
• Hardcore
• Metal
• Metalcore
• Post-hardcore
• Madrid