Fed Up from Backlash by Cold Shoulder

Between buried in debt
And strangled by regret
I'm Grateful for borrowed time
Despite unhappiness
Crippling routine
Tearing At the seams
Just Spread too thin
trying to make believe
That im anything
but constant failure

But only in my wildest dreams
Pushed onward by greed
By incessant unnecessary needs
Insatiable hunger,
unquenchable anger
It's really not that deep

There's more to life
Than pushing 9-5
You can't live on your feet
While you beg on your knees
All those minimal gains
On that minimum wage

So stay faithful to flaws
Steady thinkin you're a fucking god
Empty headed, a perpetual climb
Another shot at the bottom
While their pockets are lined

I want to die lonely
I want to die alone
We all die filthy
In search of home

This routines old
When you're bought and you're sold
The lowest bidder / cleanest shirt
Got you happy eating dirt
Keep sifting through trash,
On a futile hunt for gold
That thirst for cash
Has got you in a fucking chokehold

You're already dead
Dig your own grave
You just don't know it yet
Dig your own grave
'Cause you're already dead
Dig your own grave
You just don't know it yet

• Punk
• hardcore
• hardcore punk
• melodic hardcore
• Toronto