Slackjaw
Single • 2021
Chaos unveiling as the gavel makes it's mark Mortality unquestioned when you stare in the dark Don’t raise your hand at me Don’t bite the hand that feeds We’re all born to the blade And predestined to bleed Out of your control, never break this mold Out of your control, never break this mold Born in the grave, doomed to repeat Dead on arrival, living in this vicious cycle We’re all dead on arrival Living in this vicious cycle Souls have been trampled with forever damned construction Sickly frustration as you watch your self destruction All hope is gone it’s been gnawed to the bone When the curtain draws we all will die alone Out of your control, never break this mold Out of your control, never break this mold Born in the grave, doomed to repeat Dead on arrival, living in this vicious cycle We’re all dead on arrival Living in this vicious cycle Born in the grave, doomed to repeat Dead on arrival, living in this vicious cycle
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025
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