Is this the point where I should let go? And is this the point where they know for sure?
And sometimes I just don’t know, what is the point anymore.
This apathy is a sickness I can’t relieve myself from. Slowly, the clock ticks away while it grows and consumes me. Rotting and stale, this is the worst way to die.
I’d rather feel all the pain than feel nothing at all.
I’d rather this be my last breath than live in this desolate void.
It’s not that I haven’t tried or I haven’t fought. But Ive been betrayed a thousand times that depletion’s the natural course. But the worst betrayal, is the betrayal from my own dreams, from my own deeds.
Cause everything white turns black someday.
And nothing pure will ever stay.
And as we’re fighting a losing fray.
We’ll watch our hearts rot away.
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