Imperfect Contrition from Midnight Society by death pose

The fear is low and the water’s rising. The air we breathe - becoming toxic. With every sigh you make, with every gasp you fake; drowning here - your skin is caustic. Regrets last longer than your name. Rewrite the script to hold us in place. Your discontentment always lingers in the air; a hope that one can never attain. Lying here, our light is fading
A final space to write your own name. Regrets last longer than your name. Rewrite the script to hold us in place. Your discontentment always lingers in the air; a hope that one can never attain. With every sigh you make, with every gasp you fake - hold it in. It’s the last that you’ll take.

• Metal
• hard rock
• hardcore
• noise rock
• post-hardcore
• punk
• Chicago