The Breakers

Thrown together then pulled apart, Blinded by some fragile art that dares to beg for another fresh start, It's doomed and set in stone. The talks is stale and point is ripped apart by your parasitic grip Until all vitality is stripped and cleaned down to the bone. Watch your nerve. Hold your tongue. It's obvious we'll carry on. Here and now, the righteous own the heart of me and here is how, To exasperate, doom and bore me. Hold your point 'til on your lips it suffocates under your grip, it's futile. So I'll just watch you break your own fucking heart. So break it. I'll be twice the bastard you want me to be. So break it. I'll be twice the bastard you want me to be. I fucked up so get behind me. I fucked up so get behind me. I fucked up so get behind me. Get behind me, get behind me. I can't stay stuck in this place, searching for some saving grace, And saying it all with sincere face. I wouldn't test me. All those things we sat will mean nothing because in the end the good will be broken and the rest will be gored as if by bulls.

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 18, 2026

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