My road is paved with broken boulders, Such as the promises that I never kept, I carry my sins right upon my shoulders, They’re held together by a single packthread. Unforgiven, can’t fix what’s not broken. Unbeliever, there’s not signs of omen. I’m asking for clarity, and even if hopeless and shattered in pieces I’m keeping my integrity. Cause I carry the weight of a life as an underachiever. I made amend for my mistakes, but I’ve never been eager to do so.
We live alone and die alone, our throne is made of thorns.
We’re not giving up yet we don’t seek salvation We’re not giving up yet that’s taken in consideration. I’ve been looking up with awe, I’ve been drowning my fears way too deep to remind me that I only got a breathe of fresh air before they haunt me.
It’s all for nothing.
Such a narrow line, between the misery and being just fine.
Always forcing, life not to overcome me, I beared enough annoyance, because of your fake morals, So live like you preach.
We are worthless and hopeless and faithless and voiceless and yet, We’re not giving up, we’re not giving in. We are worthless and hopeless and faithless and yet We’re not giving up and, we’re not giving in.
Didn’t know what to expect back then, there’s no room for remorse. Cause it rarely, it rarely gets better, it tends to get worse.
We live alone and die alone. We live alone and die alone, our throne is made of thorns.
We’re not giving up yet we don’t seek salvation We’re not giving up yet that’s taken in consideration. I’ve been looking up with awe, I’ve been drowning my fears way too deep to remind me that I only got a breathe of fresh air before they haunt me.
We're not giving up. We're giving anything, anything but up