Boxcutter by Outlaw

Onto the next one, left in desertion
Every version of me leads to the same thing
Viciously sentencing
Tell me what's happening
Lost in a fever dream
Bury the pain and project it both ways
Outside and in

One sided commitment
Is eating at me
Flourishing, drawn, longing for reasoning
Lost in a fever dream

Neurotic sentiments
Become reality
Fleeting reactions
Are always intact
They come in naturally
Eyes in the back
And eyes in the front
Nowhere to run
I am the shepard
Straying you from the sun
I'm always following
immortalize

To claim all life
To recognize
And redefine
Made up my mind
Keep looking til
I've come to find

Another night
Another hunt
Eyes in the back
Eyes in the front
They all fall down
Gone one by one

• 688529
• 8string
• Boxcutter
• Metal
• criminal street metal
• downtempo
• eight string
• eightstring
• groove
• hardcore
• outlaw
• Chicago