Lift your foot from my neck, like an anchor,
Because that ship has sailed.
Taking corners too fast,
I’m calling out in the dark.
I would wake you up,
If my voice carried that far.
I feel a criminal anger,
A violent pain in my gut.
You chewed through all my time,
But couldn’t reach my luck.
So lift your foot from my neck, like an anchor,
Because that ship has sailed.
I’m betting you’re going to chase me down.
If you could carry the weight of your choice,
Then you’d know the grudge I bear.
Smashing bottles of glass,
And running from the scene.
You tried to aid the chaos,
But some would rather bleed.
While lifting onto the feet,
A victim of circumstance,
They flashed the blade of a knife,
You left the body to scream.
No heroes make peace tonight.
A traitor from the past,
Given a second shot.
But you loaded the gun,
And aimed it right at us.
You stole breath while I slept,
Crawling room to room.
Without a glance in the mirror,
Your choice became your tomb.
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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