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letra de insistence phase - my bitter end

he schism in our daily lives
a way of thinking openly while we talk of sacrifice
we’re living in a world
living in a world where nothing ever mattered
self-destructive unrelenting and left for dead
we destroyed the only thing we ever knew and loved
and now in times of sheltered absence
we sacrifice the only thing we ever had

wе need not listen
we no longer opеrate
we’re breathing in the disease
it’s all around us

we wash our hands and drink from filthy water
we starve ourselves to feed our sons and daughters
deserving of nothing
you sat and watched them take it away
now take it back

bleed every stone dry
before you cast them at glass houses
family photos framed in gold not worth a single cent
not worth a single cent
but the blood in your veins cold
cold
cold
until the blood in your veins run out
no hopes to a god all knowing
rotting in sin and it’s showing
the weathered and rusted decay of this age
modern life hatred wasting away
desolate places of worship now fall
dragging our feet as we’re forced to the walls
i the uncovered oh righteous deceiver
we all share the cup so we all share the fever

i’m praying most of you so simple thoughts still going nowhere
smothered in ash and spit i bow to nothing so disgraceful
the only death i’ll celebrate will be my own
i’ll be at ease on the day i finally go
nothing means more to me now (more to me)
disgraceful unfaithful desolate and dead inside
tried asking on my knees just let me die

festering filth a thief in saviors clothing
so prove yourself to me
show me your wounds heal my disintegrating mindset
b-st-rd christ figure of forgery
writing the books of your exaggerated praise

i see nothing here
look what’s happening
i’m still bleeding out every day
no more family life or awakenings
everyday looks the same to me
i am unwanted, i am betrayed
this silent pain
“sometimes i have to remind myself that some birds aren’t meant to be caged
their feathers are just too bright
and when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice
but still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they’re gone
i guess i just miss my friend”

- my bitter end

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