Darkest Frame Lyrics

Pushing shoulder to shoulder, like a storm stuck on a parallelled propagation.

Witnessing a standstill in the halls of a habitual hell.

Fixed expressions, fabricated prospects.

Push me off the side, back to the life that I reside.

Are we accomplished and content? Fulfilled to the brim?

I feel a lack of poise, pinned against another dead end.

Death rides on my back and on the shadows we cast.

Graphs and patterns syncopating up the ladder we’re walking under.

I gave every last ounce of my power, emotions made these motions matter.

What does it even mean to you?

You must feel pain to find your place.

You must feel pain to know the path beyond the walls.

Then in the darkest frames, all the subtleties align in hatred.

Unrelenting hatred.

Do we really believe that this is how it should be?

Grains of sand shaped my mind with what I learned in time.

This gift of love, by the hands of existence; given.

What's the fucking point?

Push me off the side, back to the life that I reside.