Dissatisfied
A bad taste in my mouth
A full stomach but not content
I know I'll make things better
My rage wont fix shit
Against the grain but whats the use
My vices have now become habits
Apathy runs through me
Like the blood in my veins
I've lost all hope for the human race
Sometimes I'm feeling
Just like I'm drowning
In a shallow pool
Of stagnant water
I know I can get up
But I refuse to stand up
Why not just save it for tomorrow
I look in the mirror and I don't see myself
My soul is crying and feeling bone dry
But I'm nowhere in sight
credits
from Posthumorous,
released December 1, 2014
Music Death Crisis
Lyrics A. Jurado
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