Empty Hands by 'sabella

So sick and tired
of everything that i see
these snakes in the grass
they watch and they creep

oh holy holy
these wolves act as sheep
no i dont need your pity
you can pray for the weak

and i dont need no reason
for the way that i feel
I aint got nothing to prove
no, unlike you my dear

but i have more fire
but i have more ice
who is this "pure" stranger
against all new sense
todo todo

My answers are questions
everything that ive seen
ive seen it before
opening drawers
more and more
it pours and pours

caught up in the shedding of this skin
these bleached stained walls
these rotted ceilings, I can feel it
I can feel it caving in
Its just the darkest places feel like home

though im down i swear im never gonna break
never gonna break, no more
this blood and sweat i wont let waste away
just take, a step back
and look into my eyes
i defy what lies inside
i see through your lies

you throw the stone
then fucking hide your hands
I hope you make it to the promise land

aching and wasting
losing and chasing
pushing away, but still breaking.

• Alternative
• Hardcore
• Metal
• Philadelphia