Weathered from Weathered by Rat King

A sour taste of what’s to come
You’re in your place and I’m in mine
Yet still you ring in my ears
My spirit’s breaking, my sight unclear

I’ve been beaten
Been wasting all my life
My drive is breaking
My will to do what’s right
Over and over
Weathered and jaded
As I grow colder
The light begins to fade

If I was cold
Devoid of thought
A sunken vessel
Left beneath to rot

Now it’s all but over

Collapsing into nothing
Dissolving, eroding

I see you watching me
Praying for plagues
The enemy you’ve made me
Has become such a waste

I’d drag you down to hell myself
These storied pasts mean nothing now

• Metal
• doom gaze
• doom metal
• sludge metal
• stoner metal
• stoner rock
• Evansville