Cycles from Aggress by Contention

i fucking hate what i have become
purposeless and a bottle of cheap rum
feet to the ground, i'm ready to run
so far away from fucking everyone

why is it that i'm left with such disdain
for anything that includes my fucking name?
i swore i'd never feel this way again
but that won't be until i'm fucking dead

which is not today
turns out i'll be okay
i can never back down
i refuse to run away
there's still so many things i've left to say
while fighting desperately to keep these wolves at bay

caught in this cycle of love and hate
to either side - i can't seem to relate
i test myself as it must be fate cause i'm put through this shit every goddamn day

go!

caught in this cycle of love and hate
to either side - don't need to relate
remind myself i don't believe in fate and i'm in charge of my life until the end of my days

• Punk
• Edmonton