Twisting Knives from LOW by WORN OUT

wake up again, these same walls again
i feel that they’re closing in
they suffocate everything i see
blinding any hope of what could be

wake up again, these same walls again
i feel them closing in
this constant pressure
that i can’t alleviate

how many times do you try to twist a knife in my back
when you haven’t a clue
and i’ll always find myself here, back at the start

there are clouds that hang over me, they haunt me endlessly
if i could change your mind i would
there are clouds that hang over me, they haunt me endlessly
if i could change your mind i would
and i’ll always find myself here, back at the start

here again, i can see it all bleeding in
this will forever be, clawing away at me
how many times do you try to twist a knife in my back
when you haven’t a clue
you think that you can gouge yourself right through
i see through you

is there hope tomorrow
when i’ll end up here, again and again
trying to keep balance in line
this belief that i can’t find
i will drown out your voice until there’s nothing left
there can be no other choice, i will never forget

there are clouds that hang over me, they haunt me endlessly
if i could change your mind i would
there are clouds that hang over me, they haunt me endlessly
if i could change your mind i would

in this state of flux
while everything passes by me
i’ve run all out of my luck
the mask is slipping
this constant constraint, which haunts me relentlessly
i can’t eliminate
i must cut you out

wake up again, i feel the walls close in

• Hardcore
• Heavy
• Metal
• Metallic Hardcore
• Cork