Curl Up and Die
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This isn't what it used to be.
Like folded corners of worn pages
trying to hold their place,
Because no one fucking cares anymore,
I'm peeling back finger nails to hold you.
Tearing out hearts trying to forgive you.
Nothing seems to matter anymore.
No, it's all gone.
The sadness never leaves but only grows.
And it keeps you caged.
And it keeps you locked up,
And it keeps you afraid.
Nothing seems to matter anymore.
No, it's fucking gone.
But maybe I'm the one to blame.
So bring on the sleep, take my name.
Come on.
We're waving the white flag.
Come on.
We're calling in sick.
I don't want to be a part of anything that ever feels like this.
- Album:
- The One Of Above All, The End Of All That Is
- The Only Good Bug is a Dead Bug
- 1998
- Non-Album Releases
- Plea for Peace: Take Action! Volume 2
- We May Be Through With The Past...
- Terrorizer: Fear Candy 12: Revelation Records Sampler
- Metal Hammer Presents Sound of the Underground
- The One Above All, the End of All That Is
- Terrorizer: Fear Candy 20
- Suburban Home Distro Sampler Number Two
- Rock Sound: Armed & Dangerous
- Volume 42
- Broken Lamps and Hardcore Memories, Volume 2