Marking Time by BLANKET HILL

Marking Time

Trying to walk the line
Quicksand forming from concrete
Lost everything I've called mine
A nightmare stuck on repeat

Failing to see the light
Can't go on / can't go back
Losing purpose, losing sight
Stranded somewhere off the beaten track

I've lost my grip
Feels like I'm sinking deeper
My way of life
Summons the reaper

Everyday I feel this way
Everyday I go astray

I wish I could take the next step
Go on and never look back
Come to terms with what I regret
and set foot on the right track

And soon, I will

• Metal
• hardcore
• hardcore punk
• trashmetal
• Luxembourg