Black Atlantic from Third by wolves

I found myself in the sea
I'm under the waves (under the waves)
and to the ground I speak for a chance
just to feel like I'm alive again
over the waves, over waves
into the walls I stay
theres no other way

This is what I did, this is who I am
am I losing grip of the world
This is what I did, this is who I am
nothing to do but fall

With the last chance I've got
I failed and threw all that I have
and the chances I've lost
All I can blame is me

So listen
My hands are reaching
for help in this treacherous cold
and with both feet in the soil
I find myself in the struggle

My hands are shaking
My heart is racing
this is not where I wanted to be

It seems that I'm alone
just out here with no one else
and these waves have washed all hope
I wont find my own way home

• Post Hardcore
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• Western Swagger
• Los Angeles