What's the fucking point?
Poison in my mind.
Putrid, rotting soul.
Futile, uphill climb.
Nurturers met by crooked stares...
"Foolish not to scrutinize."
Steel gripped by bitten hand.
"I'll never try to help again."
Hide behind these civil eyes.
No one knows what I've become.
Pariah in my own mind,
Ambition-less, yet fueled by love.
No one knows what I've become.
Fade into the blackened sky.
Burn out in the scorching sun.
You don't know me, you fuck.
Don't tell me I'm not a failure.
You don't know me that well.
Mainline ambiguity, it is my favorite drug.
This social ladder we climb, with each rung more I die.
Create another me, so I can hide inside.
Hide! Inside, the recesses of, a place I die, a little each time...
I hate every fucking thing you stand for.
I have nothing to keep me here.
What's the fucking point?
Poison in my mind.
Putrid, rotting soul.
Futile, uphill climb.
What's the fucking point?
This wild 35-track all-metal benefit album features Mare Cognitum, Panopticon, and more reinventing songs by Tori Amos & others. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 3, 2020
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