Unless from Black EP by Servant Leader

Mom is home
But she doesn't quite get what's going on
Slowly catching on
But not before the damage has been done

There you go again
Treating me as if I were your friend
But that's just you
I know
Selling people dreams is what you do
And I withdraw

Mom is home
Knowing that I just can't compare to you
Close the door
If pressure's on, then here's the final straw

Here I go, my friend
Talking back high on adrenaline
but that's just me
I know
Never one to let a good thing go
And now I'm done

Wake me when it's over unless you give up on the plan and help me through
Call me when I'm sober unless you celebrate the end and start anew

• Metal
• Oslo