Failure - Widower

Bury my head in my hands
Sensations that numb what I don’t understand
Pull me out like the rot like the cyst
Get out I’ll still feel like shit
Frustration fills my lungs, aggression sits on the back of my tongue
I have no compassion for anyone
Does it matter what mistakes I choose
Because I’ll always have nothing to lose

I am the fracture in your bone, the arthritis that worsens as you get old
I have no sense of direction, I have no home
Bury me without thoughts or beliefs
Fuckin’
These ideals you’ve made, I’ll pay for your mistakes
I’m losing my fucking mind, I was built to break

Would I rather see you dead or put the lead into my own head
Let our bodies’ just sway in the wind and free ourselves
From our heads full of sin
I’ve got my finger on the fucking trigger, thick rope wrapped around our throats
I can’t take it any longer, I am better than this fucking world
I am god

Demons in the walls, Demons in the halls, Demons in my mind, Demons you will find
Everything is turning cold
Demons in the walls, Demons in the halls, Demons in my mind, Demons you will find
I will never grow old