Headless by VERBERA

Nowhere to be,
consumed by a comfortable vanity,
existence encompassed by greed,
saturating empty ideals,
leading a played out life,
but how does it feel?

Pulling out my fucking hair,
because you settle thinking what you don't see,
you wont really need to care
Pushing in my fucking eyes,
believe the others that reach without a head,
and preach ancient lies

Hanging on
to whatever you can save,
it wont be with you in your grave.

I can see ghosts walk the earth,
not all of them dead,
we're just the ghost who haven't died yet,
I can see ghosts...

Seems to me like escaping life,
is what our lives are about.
Some place where second guesses and doubts
Are left out.

Mind under matter,
We are the headless.

• Metal
• beatdown
• groove
• grumpy
• hardcore
• heavy
• thrash
• Coeur D'Alene