The Violence

I'm a highly specialised body of misery
Rendered sick by its own conditioned want for some normalcy

I've been spiralling down
With a head full of savagery
Stooping down so low
Depression's scared to catch me

I'm waxing and waning
To keep myself sane and
I hurt for the silence
But my silence is violent

I've got scars on my hands from your sharp tongues rattling
I've grown stoic in my speech
From those long years spent silently struggling

But I've got these stabs of anger
Tearing against the walls of my skull
That make me live and rise
Like a tide full of fury

Watch me rise from every grave
Except the one bodily

Make me burn



Credits
Writer(s): Jelle Laurijssen
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