Losing Ground from Tabula Rasa by Sirens Chant

Again.
Sleeping. Not dreaming,
Just wasting away.
Losing hours.
Stealing time.
How it hurts to be wide awake.
Shivers.
Feeling uneasy.
Cold running up on your back 'till it finally reaches the neck.
The length of a moment now feels like a lifetime in hell.
Eyes burning.
Staring at a big screen reading your own thoughts that you can't keep in your own head.
And you're reading someone elses thoughts too.
And you notice something.
The main character is the same... yeah, it's not you.
It swallowed you whole and you didn't even notice it.
Cold sweat is running down from the neck to your back.
(Sitting there for hours.)
What did I want from life?!
What hopes I have?!
Could death give me back my freedom? Probably.
So if you want to threaten me, threaten me with life.

• Metal
• post black metal
• post hardcore
• Pécs