(Trust only two, just me and you, me and you,
Trust only two, me and you.)
When the movement stops,
When your talking drops,
I will drift away.
And when your weight is pressed,
Crushing my every breath,
I'm left with nothing to say.
Half the size of me, see parts that I can't see.
Stuck in your bedroom and I'm searching for the light.
Stepping on everything, break what our future brings.
Losing what's left of my mind and my confidence,
Losing what's left of your judgment and your common sense,
Losing the best of times, erased them from my mind.
These are times that I wish I'd rip my face apart.
The blood lines, our blood lines,
The silver lying of our youth.
The end times, the end times,
A thousand unrequited truths.
I'm too tired, I'm too tired,
You tear it all apart and preach rebuild, rebuild, but I'm still burning.
In every decision,
My hands are tied behind my back
Increasing divisions,
Too young for heart attacks
I crumble, I can't stand,
so tear it all apart and preach but I'm still burning.
Watch me snap, look at my bones while they break.
You look surprised, I see the sadness in your eyes.
It's all I knew, it's all I knew me and you,
It's all I knew me and you me and you me and you.
Aggressive, intense, extreme music (punk, hardcore, metal) should be raw and bullshit free, stripped of self-indulgent "mood setting" riffs and arrangements to produce its effect. PUNCH and "They Don't Have to Believe" is a paradigm of this ethos 'par excellence' as they say. _teeth
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