Backbone from Routine by Moontrap

Your sense of disdain got lucky today,
got lucky today as the truth was maimed
The prize left to gain, that personal gain,
that personal gain that gets you off

You just can’t refrain from actions inane,
these actions inane
What’s left to retain now you’ve dispensed the pain
and perpetrate all these crimes anew?

When lies come to call, you follow
When knives need to fall, you’re hollow
When lies come to call, you follow

Your culture of blame, the beasts that it tames,
the beasts that it tames branded by the same
You make us feel crude, we're pitch black of mood
when we’re forced into our cage again

And I know your faith grows
You’ve all but disposed of substance and prose,
the substance and prose hanging by a thread

When lies come to call, you follow
When knives need to fall, you’re hollow
When lies come to call, you follow

Relics of yourself scatter across
Fragments of thought they die on the ground

• Alternative
• Indie Rock
• Rock
• Madrid