Morrow by S'efforcer

Constant replays
Etched in my brain
As I lose more faith
In my reprise

Yet in how I've watched as all the life decayed
I was set, nestled in a violent cycle,
A tainted grain in a frail life that I hate.
Succumbed to righteous thought.
I've aligned grace with hurt I've brought.

Paint me real, brush out all of my flaws.
Bring me color, into the gray of these walls,
Abroad the reality of all my fears exposed.

I have to spend time counting my heartbeat to grant me closed eyes and lay down to sleep.
Just asking, where can I confide predisposed tranquility?
Just wake me up.

I have this issue,
With how my lungs can't draw breath in my own indecision.
How morale just reflects the life my eyes envisioned:
A place to breathe, a place to think, where I can see peace in anxiety.

Breaking in through me.

• Metal
• Metalcore
• Northeast Metalcore
• progressive hardcore
• progressive metal
• Elmira