I thought this would be the day
The day I finally fly off
Off the hinge
I tried so hard to keep myself in check
It never works
But you can’t say I didn’t try
I fail to see the point of validation there
I’ll convince myself
that there’s a way
A way to keep me sane
A way to turn the pages back to how they were
But it’s so damned hard when I see your face
I can’t stand the sight of you or anything you stand for
I anxiously await the day when the ground unfolds beneath your feet
I can’t bear the things you say or the things you do
I’d have better luck thrusting my head into a wall
Now that I’m sure it’s not me, it’s you
At least that’s what I’m going to try to tell myself
I am sick of you
It’s a battle in my head
A conflict in my heart
A voice that tells me get as far away from you
I’m so done with you
Now my head’s burst through the wall
Didn’t quite give me the effect that I desired
Yet the only thing that makes sense
Make myself do it again
I can’t stand the sight of you or anything you stand for
I anxiously await the day when the ground unfolds beneath your feet
I can’t bear the things you say or the things you do
I’d have better luck thrusting my head into a wall
So, I guess that’s just the way it is
I can’t even fathom
The thought of you makes me dread the days
I can’t stand the sight of you
I can’t stand the sight of you or anything you stand for
I anxiously await the day when the ground unfolds beneath your feet
I can’t bear the things you say or the things you do
I’d have better luck thrusting my head into a wall
Produced by Converge's Kurt Ballou, the metal band's fourth LP channels tragic, transcendental themes into fierce progressive sludge metal. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 28, 2024