Uprising from Reach by House of Hatchets

urching into this
Second black abyss
Turns back on a whim
Time to begin

Drown all your powerful
In a truth to hold
Me? Just an open skull
Just hysterical
Fractured and pitiful,
Tryna grab a hold
Silent, never told
Pulled in by the throat
 
Here where it snakes around
Coils around the neck
Here where the blood gutters
Crowd round forgotten death
Here where you stand alone
In a wretched dream
Try to blot out
Hear me scream
 
We stand for nothing
We feel too much
Instead of holding
Destroying it all
All this will turn
All of this will turn

We stand for nothing
We feel too much
Instead of holding
Destroying it all

We stand for nothing
We feel too much
Instead of holding
Destroying it all

Suck on the chemical
Churning in your throat
Haunted by the ghost
Of a better home?
Lifeless no soul
Don’t you want more?
What could have been?
Is it just a day dream?

We stand for nothing
We feel too much
Instead of holding
All this will turn
All of this will turn

We stand for nothing
We feel too much
Instead of holding
Destroying it all

We stand for nothing
We feel too much
Instead of holding
Destroying it all

We stand for nothing
We feel too much
We stand for nothing
We feel too much
We stand for nothing
We feel too much
We stand for nothing
We feel too much
We stand for nothing
We feel too much
We stand for nothing
We feel too much

• Alt. Metal
• Metal
• Metalcore
• alternative metal
• melodic hardcore
• modern metal
• Edinburgh