explosions from spring by fest.

Tethered to the grass
Tethered to the dirt
A breaking sense that to live is to never live
To feel held
To feel home
The one home that that you knew was a mausoleum
This new one is a bright nightmare

Enter now into this bright green world I don't get it
Their empathy is wrapped in a blanket
Of fire
And it never made sense
How they seemed so content
but hey
at least they did it

What's in his head
What kind of words
A fake sense of "always around"
To temper trauma of a dead friend

What's in her head
What kind of words
The terror of it all
To never feel anything again

To feign a role of provider
Potentiating the pain
Dormant in the ground
How could it ever grow from this

Enter now into this bright green world I don't get it
Their empathy is wrapped in a blanket
Of fire
And it never made sense
How they seemed so content but hey
at least they did it
But at least they did it

Spring lights exploding to brave time

Mourn with the loss of what once was
Accept the face of what has to be

• Alternative
• emo
• gore
• horror punk
• pop punk
• psychological horror
• Pittsburgh