Beneath the Shell
A metalcore song about world-weariness and existential dread. What if we are all just meaningless insects?
Chained in this flesh
A prison of form
Mutate existence
Rejected, deformed
Buried beneath
The weight of this world
Each breath is a burden
Condemned to crawl
No wings will unfold
From this rotten cocoon
If we stay here
We are doomed
If life were a bug
I would tread on it
Fucked up with this bullshit
I am sick of it!
If life were a bug
I would tread on it
Fucked up with this bullshit
What is the concept of it?
Blegh!
Cursed to awaken
In cycles of dread
Body of vermin
Soul left for dead
Blackened eyes
Cocooned in disguise
Waiting to transform
Escape from this norm
No wings will unfold
From this rotten carcass
This tainted world
Has lost all its purpose
If life were a bug
I would tread on it
Fucked up with this bullshit
I’m sick of it
If life were a bug
I would tread on it
Fucked up with this bullshit
What is the concept of it?
Blegh
Life is a bug
Life is a bug
Blegh
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