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Dead Weight
03:12
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Death is ruthless. It shows no remorse. But, dying, itself, is a day worth living for. Until that day, just learn from your mistakes. If you don’t repair what’s broken, you’ll always stay the same.
The love, that was never returned. What I thought was just talk were really your last words. Hospital beds, I couldn’t be there for her. Letters I never read because I was too hurt.
And I’m done walking in these chains. I’m done carrying this dead weight. I’ll never fall back into my worst ways. That almost killed me in the first place.
I hate the fucking taste. I hate the taste of every word. Of every word I waste. How did my breath turn into such a fowl stench?
What we see can be so deceiving.
And I’m done walking in these chains. I’m done carrying this dead weight. I’ll never fall back into my worst ways. That almost killed me in the first place.
I find, comfort in, having a way out of this. Every day I fight the slip, of my finger ending it all.
But I’m still here. I still wanna be. There’s so much left that I still need to see. For the ones who left too early.
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What We Fall Prey To
02:50
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In Your Own Arms
03:37
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Still so far from what I’ve been chasing, I’m done waiting for time to change things. For anything to come down and save me. Am I better off grave deep?
Still so far from what I’ve been chasing, I’m done waiting for time to change things. For anything to come down and save me, before I’m convinced I’m better off grave deep. Is it the setbacks that we’ve been facing, that cause shaking when you embrace me? All this time that I’ve been wasting. Wishing, wanting, hoping, waiting. Waiting to not awake from my sleep. A victim of who you are, what you portray me to be. And may every evil ear and eye, in my life go deaf and blind. I’ll see you on the other side. Is it more about how, when, where, or why? We die. All alone. All alone. All alone. We die alone. We die. Alone. We die alone.
From what I’ve been chasing. I’m done waiting. Times wasting. Times wasting. Setbacks we’re facing, that cause shaking. Times wasting. Times wasting. My will has been blindly broken by the softest touch. For a broken hand will paint a broken man when given any brush. I never wanted to let go before getting some kind of closure, but my fingers are worn down all the way to the bone and it hurts. If enough time breaks even the strongest of minds, then it won’t be long at all before the minutes have broken mine. I no longer fear the day, it’s been coming my whole life. I no longer fear the day, it’s been coming my whole life.
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R.I.P. (Rest in Piss)
03:15
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We’ve waited long enough
It’s time to fucking choose
Step up or die cowards
Aim at anybody wearing blue
that means, your friends and family too.
No badge will be excused
Not after the abuse
Of The people, the power, the structure of our youth.
Blood must have blood. eye for eye,tooth for tooth.
they don’t like
Peaceful protests
They don’t like
When we fight back
Their way their way of life
Is under attack
I’d rather die, Then back the badge.
I’d rather die than back the badge.
After forty hours you can take off the badge. My homie can’t take the fucking skin off his back. Blue lives are nothing, they don’t exist. Every thin blue line is another boot licked. The racial injustice makes me fucking sick. You’re part of the problem if you ignore the obvious. If you hear one thing, I hope you’re hearing this, every cop on the line can eat a fucking bullet.
Rest in piss. Rot in it. Now you get to die for this shit. As long as dying in blue is seen as glorious, pigs get a grave full of piss. Rest in, rot in it.
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A Year Ago
03:32
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Was I born, just to be buried? Or carry the weight others can’t bare to hold? I struggle to balance the world on my shoulders, when I have all these setbacks of my own. My own. I’m feeling myself slip. I make myself fucking sick. My mind plays so many tricks. I just hope it kills me quick. What the fuck has become of me? Of us? I can’t even face my reflection. Self rejection beyond comprehension. I see beauty through the pain. I’m still hopeful for love. It’s just crazy that anything still makes me feel this much when I thought I was numb. I was ready to die. I’m glad I put down the gun. Glad that I survived my mind every time. I’ve been to the other side. I’ve seen where my demons hide. They’ve looked me straight in the eye, and said you deserve for more than to die. You’ll live out your days disgusted and despised. What you’ll see you won’t even recognize. Without pain you won’t even feel alive. Everything they said to me was right.
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KNIGHTS Greenfield, Wisconsin
We are a group from the suburbs of Milwaukee, we started in December of 2018. New EP: "What We Fall Prey To: OUT NOW
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