Scabs from Bottomless Pit by Swartzwelder
Tracklist
| 4. | Scabs | 3:53 |
Lyrics
Surround yourself with cynics and pessimists
Sinister specimens of inhuman pestilence
Savor unpleasantness
Attesting your testament
To life's inherent meaninglessness
There's blood on our hands
Which we all just ignore
Till it dries like a second skin of scabs
That we don't dare to pick at again
He never confronts anything that he's scared of
He only picks fights that he knows he can win
He only hits things that don't move
But maybe someday he'll hit something
Till it can't
"Don't beat yourself up over this"
We're all complicit with guilt and with apathy
"Why can't you just let this go?"
There's blood on my hands
That I just can't ignore anymore
Credits
from Bottomless Pit,
released March 2, 2018
