Silence is a Sentence - Incendiary

Alone

Left to my own devices

Spending time dealing with my vices

Anxiety rife from lying under the knife

See things in black and white

I still feel the pit in my chest

Still feel the lump in my throat

Still feel the hairs standing up

Every time I hear the whisper of your name spoke

Sick with the sorrow, sick with the sin

Sick of the place I’ve been stuck in

Can’t shake the feeling that there’s more to life than what I’m living

I try to describe it, can’t find a better way than what I’ve written

Feelings I’ve got left, the ones I saved from those you kept

Stay beside me to remind me that I can’t rely on anybody else

I swear that I will never rest until everything you love is fucking crushed

And everyone that you hold so dear remains silent with the words that you’re

dying to hear

I’m sick of the sorrow I’m sick of the sin

I’m sick from the place I grew up in

Alone in my mind, alone in my own mind