I refuse to ever make you unhappy again.
Drowning myself in the bottom of this well,
until you forget what it meant to stand for something.
times weren't perfect, but neither am I
My knees tremble, remembering every night I spent,
listening to every thing you had to say
every time I enter that sad empty room
I catch myself expecting to see you
you look up at me, eyes as cryptic as catacombs
A mystery poor little me never found the answer to
rolling over scroll after scroll of all the words I never said,
my thoughts of dread, my book of the dead
a tasteless sentence uttered once or twice, a thousand times
replace her, erasure, I'm out of my mind
rolling over scroll after scroll of all the words I never said,
my thoughts of dread, my book of the dead
a tasteless sentence uttered once or twice, a thousand times
replace her, erasure, I'm out of my mind
I've been every place but home this past fortnight or so
hiding in basements and attics, waiting for the end to come
Someday I swear I'll fly to those havens we called our own
I'll sing out of key, "she'll always love me"
while burning down our home
Letter by letter; page by page
you tore out my chapter
and blacked out my name
some things never change.
you never fail to bring me to rage.
every time I enter that sad empty room
I catch myself expecting to see you
you look up at me, eyes as cryptic as catacombs
oh, the depth of those frozen lakes all men succumb to.
I'm not a victim, just a martyr of circumstance
writing from attics and basements, wringing my hands.
Someday I swear I'll find you and bury the hatchet
in the back of your neck, you bitch.
I refuse to ever make you unhappy again.
Again implies this time has to end.
credits
from Winter,
released January 7, 2015
Instrumental by: Jon Mills
Lyrics by: Brandon Yates
Chicago deathcore outfit Into the Silo torch everything in sight on this searing new LP with riffs that will leave bruises. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 21, 2022