My will to know your pain,
Negated by the damage I'm forced to face.
There's no hardship we're left with alone,
But the weight of these words could shatter these bones.
When I finally found room for myself
I realized that I cannot help.
We know we reap what we sow.
That's why we run from our roots,
With our own demons in tow.
Try to understand but barely scratching the surface.
Try to understand,
the trials you face with each coming day.
Try to keep from drowning,
My inadequacy dragging me deeper.
Hard to keep a level head,
When you can hardly stand
Shaking loose these chains,
Won't happen with time.
We learn to carry that weight,
Slaves to the times.
Knockout debut from a Buffalo, New York-based hardcore band who like their riffs sick, their drums fast, and their choruses sticky-sweet. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 28, 2024