Hate from Gutter by Foreign

EYES SHUT
A NERVOUS FEELING IN MY GUT
NOWHERE TO RUN AND NOWHERE TO HIDE
SOMETHING TELLS ME THAT THAT AIN‘T RIGHT
UNSURE IF I AM DEAD OR (ALIVE)
STRIPPED DOWN
MY GLASSES NOWHERE TO BE FOUND
I CAN‘T SEE SHIT AND I CAN‘T HEAR SOUND
GLARING LIGHT BLINDS MY MIND
I SENSE A PART OF ME DIED TONIGHT
MY NAILS DIG THROUGH
SKIN'S A WRITTEN BOOK
OF SCARS AND PICTURES
OF MY PAST
A VIVID NIGHTMARE
WAKING UP ON LUCID DREAMS
OF BEING TORN APART
AND REARRANGED
FOREVER FORCED BEING SOMEONE ELSE
EVERY SECOND I ENDURE
EVERY SECOND I ENDURE
IS A VIVID NIGHTMARE
ALL THE GUILT
AND SHAME IS GONE AWAY
THIS WAS NEVER LOVE
ONLY FUCKING HATE
YOU WILL SEE
THAT ACTIONS HAVE THEIR CONSEQUENCE
NOW PICK YOURSELF UP
FROM THE MOTHERFUCKING CONCRETE
NEVER OVER
GETTING EVEN
SWALLOW PRIDE
AND HEAVY BREATHING
NEVER LEADER
ALWAYS SEETHING
LOVE LONG LOST
AND QUIET KEEPING

• Metal
• hardcore
• hardcore punk
• heavy hardcore
• Lüdenscheid