Parkway Drive Deadweight
This is survival. This is my exile. I find no solace. I
find no solace beneath a Godless sky. Will I find
shelter in the places the Sun could never find? Now
behold the consequence, the aftermath of ignorance,
shackled to my worthless neck. Give me one reason to
resist. So I slip below. I can't resist the undertow. I
find no solace beneath a Godless sky. Will I find shelter
in the places the Sun could never find? Because
everything's turning black and I see no hope of turning
back. Cold terror grips my lungs, to let it in would be
to accept defeat. But what's left to fight for? When I
look inside, nothingness confronts me. Vexed by the hands
of time. This is survival. I against I. What's left
inside? So I slip below. I can't resist the undertow. I
can't resist. No, I can feel the deadweight.
I can feel the deadweight of my soul dragging me from
this world.
