I am the lamb to your slaughter.
I am your son and your daughter.
I am the one that you prayed for,
To never let you down.
Listen close and I’ll speak.
I won’t be turning my cheek.
What a grudge to behold.
I think you’re in too deep.
I’m using fire to cleanse.
I won’t be here when it ends.
I’ll walk away from the ash,
Of our smoldering past.
I didn’t fall much farther,
From the tree that I felled.
I am the dread that you feel.
I am your personal hell.
Firefighting this lightning strike.
You never knew what fear felt like.
Through your fingertips you’ll find,
The reason I don’t sleep at night.
You are the rope on my neck.
I am your endless regret.
You are the one who wins,
But you still haven’t yet.
I am the gaze unending.
You are my teeth when I clench.
I am the life on the knife,
The one you’re gripping again.
I am the one that you think of,
When you’re drinking again.
I am your last 15 bucks spent,
To forget me in ten.
Let the body decay,
I’m undeterred by the smell.
You are the unpinned grenade.
I am your personal hell.
Every time I think about the way you manipulated,
I remember thinking I was crazed.
The truth all faded.
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What a damn solid record! It's the perfect example of why I'm certain that Ska Punk is going to play on the highlight reel when I hit up the afterlife. Scott
Toronto band Respire deliver a post-hardcore tour de force on the largest scale possible, orchestrally rich and incessantly uncompromising. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 6, 2021