Headsick from Self War by Cold Shoulder

I could have had it all and now I've fallen behind falling behind
I'm struggling to stay above the poverty line.
I swung with all I had and missed the easiest shots
Stuck without a shovel as my body rots

I've got a sick fucking head sick fucking head
I'm gonna live till I'm dead
I'm gonna live till I'm dead, until I'm unnaturally maladjusted to it
and I won't ever lose sight of what's in front of us, what lies ahead.

Mirror, mirror, who's the absolute most fucked up man?
It's hard to come to grips with calloused-cut pulsating hands.

If time could heal all wounds,
itís got a hell of a job to do.
A never-ending cycle
of remorse will bury you.

God fucking abandoned us
So we trust in emptiness
When you're running out of second chances, don't miss.

So where's the truth if everyone's in denial?
I think about it every once in a while.
See through, the system from a million miles.
Cold black heart with a secretive smile

I could have had it all and now I've fallen behind
I'm struggling to stay above the poverty line
I'm isolated past the point of severing ties.
They made a slave outta you. I'm gonna live till I die.

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