Rupture from Lasting Efforts by Crafter

We waste our daylight locked in a cell
Dwelling on “what could have beens”
While the pretty moments glide right by
In this room with all this time to think
The sun dims on a wick made of shame
this was not enough.

I can’t hold on to the anger
It’s the price we pay to move on.
Lost in a prison our weight holds.
Unrelenting; but I move on
Farmhouse swings and spring rains on the pavement:
Your fleeting moment of relief when it’s you and the mistake you made
you’re just like me- It’s the untold things we miss when we go astray
one glaring truth remains: we didn’t learn a fucking thing.

head against the wheel, cathedral glass held the sway

the world lost its wings like a butterfly mid-flight swallowed by the flame
Ten seconds to trade a lifetime away.
Now you bow to the wall and wait but the bars won’t bend
How could you free your sister’s love?
God is a silent stretch of road.

I can’t hold on to the anger
It’s the price we pay to move on
We’ll have to fight this on our own

• Punk
• aggressive
• hardcore
• melodic hardcore