Storm Drains (feat. Brendan Murphy of Counterparts)
I'd pour a bottle down my throat if it really helped But we know it doesn't It's a fucking copout and I wish it wasn't.
Let me sink Into the space between the storm drains So I can hear The trampling on the pavement above
No on here No on here Has any thought to question Why we kill Why we kill the things we pretend to love
We didn't earn a chance to feel at peace We just pretend we gave it a shot While worlds away the cultures weep As the symbol of the casualties we forgot Who the fuck gave us the pass
Alphas in the pig pen Sucking back the feed Like some kind of godsend
Let me sink Into the space between the storm drains So I can hear The trampling on the pavement above
No on here No on here Has any thought to question Why we kill Why we kill the things we pretend to love
Life is a lost cause Lost Lost under the surface Lost No place, no purpose
Lost between the dirt and the stones I'd rather lie with the worms then the filth in our homes