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Resurrecting

Built Upon Frustration

I've seen through the eyes of God
Yet see nothing in front of me
Countless years wipe away my resolve
Who's to say it was even there from the start
Hear the words of a weakling
See the face of a coward
Turn away from this disillusion
Press on bearing the scars

A false look of strength holds true
Without resolve
Vigilance nonexistent
Resurrecting

Days to years - It's all you've become
Recurring joke upon yourself
Never once thought to rethink
All the acts that caused your embarassment
So mundane, every passing day
Not many ways to redeem yourself
For every time you open your mouth
Out comes hypocrisy

(prechorus)

Your worth is worthless
Gets worse each day
Justify your existence
Or go down in flames
In flames

The sour taste of disgust outlives the punishment
Left to decay in your own demise
No one cares for your pathetic games
Enough to hear you complain
View the body of a dead second chance
Killed by your own fucking hands

Waste away every moment of hoping
That dark will turn into day

(prechorus)

(chorus)

True resurrection is done
Take it upon yourself
To bring the hate back to the front
And bury this world at your feet

There is no room in this world
To shelter or hide behind words
What the fuck? Are you alive?
Or dead among thousands of weaklings?
There will never be anyone there
To offer a helping hand
Stop dreaming of ideals gone
Because they were never there

Empty words leave the largest mark
Never to believe again
And every step closer to truth
Takes more pain than I'm willing to give

Resurrect the drive that's been ignored
No regrets of the choices I've explored
One true path to keep my dignity
No one cared to express any sympathy
Keep your fake bullshit apathy
I'm resurrecting the one true me (5x)







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