Backstabber from Remnants by Van Evera

Oh fuck this,
You bitch.

You took it into your hands, just to let it go, and fall, and sink down beneath me, and yet I knew it was better off forgotten. Its still sad to see the way you conduct yourself, when your caught under nothing but pressure.

You're just creating a picture of your own malevolence, you're false depictions day by day wont erase your lost you're nothing but a plague!

(Stuck in situations youve constructed)
By efforts made to try to stab at me.
And your clawing at your eyes to see it never has affected me.
(I've given up on all of it.)
Goodbyes just that I left you in the past!
So stay there!
Your name has,
Spread across the tongues, you've ruined all you had become, now your nothing but a broken image left to wander all alone.

Its all subjective, just a simple ignorance of substance vital to blissful existence.
Lost in the wind, living only in the shameful landscape, painted by the brush strokes of your filth.

You strip away the shreds of dignity you've left, and forgive me for noticing.
Recreations of atmospheric sense, your only defining discontent.

Stuck in situations youve constructed,
by efforts made to try to stab at me.
Don't exhaust it, you've lost it,
So now tell me at what cost then?
I wonder if you imagined this for yourself?

• Metal
• Metalcore
• djent
• hardcore
• sauce
• Akron