Blackened

I hate these blackened days, When all just falls apart, Every step reminds me how I’m sinking in the dark. I watch the rusting world decay, It wears a tyrant’s grin, Every breath’s a heavy blow, Each move—a wasted spin. [Chorus] To hell with blackened days, Let them burn, fade, wash away with blood. No salvation, no escape, Just me and life dragged through the mud. The sky just spat out rain, I feel it drag me down, If I was meant to break, Then now’s the time to drown. I swallow crawling worms, Yet still, they are too few, Though their shells in countless swarms Cover me like glue. [Chorus] To hell with blackened days, Let them burn, fade, wash away with blood. No salvation, no escape, Just me and life dragged through the mud. The mirror shows a shade That screams that it is me, Like it’s torn me clean in half, Then stitched me back to bleed. And I feel like sucking dry The pus beneath my fingernails, Yet it’s sweeter still than scraps Of rotten dog food under tables. [Chorus] To hell with blackened days, Let them burn, fade, wash away with blood. No salvation, no escape, Just me and life dragged through the mud. [drums break] [guitar interlude] [Chorus] To hell with blackened days, Let them burn, fade, wash away with blood. No salvation, no escape, Just me and life dragged through the mud. [guitar solo ending]