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letra de power over hunger - quintihilator

(intro)
what am i going to do with this life i’m leading
everything feels so d-mn misleading
i am bleeding and needing
a blood transfusion
to change my views
of this illusion
i am proceeding
you need to believe the creed that you were taught
that you broke and fought
but you were caught in the moment
just stopped and chopped every single god d-mn thing to bits

(verse 1)
i take a hit to live in bliss
because life is sh-t, and brightness lifts
up my spirits like it’s a gift
until the moment
i’m surrounded by these opponents
they come around and bash my face
and cover the grace to the point whеre my jaw feels misplaced
then i fall down to thе ground
my head will pound
with a sound so loud that the crowd
will stop and back up for a second, they looked around
before they continued with hate
and rage and that would seal my fate
a lesson i learned
i will never let anyone take my place
or bother my sp-ce
or i will make a case
that the cops will view
without a trace
and the chase they will brace
will be a waste of time
as i will make them blind
with cryptographic formulations
that would crash down corporations
and of course, i’ll enforce
the remorse of a thousand nations
ripping you apart with power and patience
stopping the flow and controlling every single cadence
(verse 2)
i am tenacious, vivacious
and realizing i’m crazy
i ask every single day, can anyone save me?
or am i bound to fail with every attempt
f-ck up and feel like you’ve never slept
for days and weeks at a time
never eating unless except
you’ve drained yourself so much
you feel out of touch
and decide you must go on with your life
fueled even more with spite
jesus f-cking christ
why do i write like this?
why do i fight every single thought i miss
why must i raise my fists
to a point, where i end up in a raging fit?
go off in a blitz
and end up needing an ativan kit
to calm my rage, but the page i write
will be more than right
everything feels just so bright
waking up from the fright in the night
of my loved ones ripped and ravaged to pieces
the fear increases, the thoughts deplete
every single thing i’ve fought to defeat the diseases
(verse 3)
this has made me believe
that i’m in need
of white covered walls that will sometimes bleed
or will sometimes feed
a little bit of pain relief
but belief and reality
always come back
with a splash of depravity
the gravity pulls you down
as you wear that gown
laying down in a bed to the sound
of a thousand machines that are bound
keeping you alive
as you wither and die
i will not go out like my family
i will not live in fear
after all these years
and all the beer that i’ve drank
as if i was filling a tank
and always breaking the bank
so i have to thank my mental health
for my lack of wealth
but i have the stealth
to take anything i need
from this world indeed
i will feed the greed only
whenever i plant the seed
it is time to redeem
all that you dream
stop finding a new scheme
so extreme you will lose the stream
of cash, and will destroy your self-esteem
then you’ll scream to the theme
of a thousand voices
all just to let off steam
so concentrated like a laser beam
you end up losing all that you deem
essential, the potential is exponential
to be considered influential
but you just see it as experimental
(verse 4)
now we rejoice
for the lack of choice
that we were given
it would feel so moist
that you would hoist
yourself lower to the ground
even slower than you found
to be crowned
the king of the sheep
you will start to creep
everyone you known to be a freak
it is time to release the feast
to the people that are just so evil
the legal result
of being an adult
who will join a cult
and make up everything you insult
you will pass the salt
before you halt
everything single thing around you
until the point where you see
that it is all your fault
pounding every assault
deeper and deeper down into the asphalt

(outro)
what am i going to do with this life i’m leading
everything feels so d-mn misleading
i am bleeding and needing
a blood transfusion
to change my views
of this illusion
i am proceeding
you need to believe the creed that you were taught
that you broke and fought
but you were caught in the moment

- quintihilator

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