Waking Hours from Lasting Efforts by Crafter

Everything is for sale if you can’t see the difference
between hell and your free will
Ambition died when decadence walked in
and shuffled your old man into decades lost
And the radio hollowed out the sound of piss soaked city streets
Like a paralyzed dove on the end of a breaking fist
To leave us wondering how we get there with arms all marked up
In stride down the center line, collapsed in a frame of what once lived
Ten years prior a young mother’s colors taint bone
while the world grew tired of trying.
we want to see you come back to life ‘cause you’re never yourself
until you discard what holds you hostage behind the eyes

We are losing a war that we never tried to win
Fuck what you learned about what it takes to find peace
Another shell finds your head as your knees bend to your neck
A servitude that uproots you, so you’ll die as you lived:
Unnerved and grey, a slave to convictions erased
Reclaim your soul from the claws around your throat.

I remain defiant in every step I take.

I remain unbroken through daybreak’s dawn
To live with dignity and bow out with grace.

• Punk
• aggressive
• hardcore
• melodic hardcore