Frailty from Sidewalk Misery by SLIME

Shapeless thoughts twist and turn
Torch to my skin I smell it burn
Mutilate my fingers bleed
Emaciate all my basic needs
Inhaling fumes to dissasociate
Misanthropy ill never procreate
Tranquilize to kill the memories
The shadow with me a savage diety

Stomach turns at my reflection
No safety in the womb
Stain marked in my creation
Truth found in a noose
Endless humility conjuring hostility
My body fucking hurts
Waking up couldn't get any worse

Hands of god wrapped around my neck
Im the bastard son I'm the one you reject
Hands of god wrapped around my neck
Im the bastard son I'm the one you neglect

• Metal
• beatdown
• death metal
• hardcore
• slam
• Portland