
The Pact Lyrics
- Genre:Metal
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Placid existence
Passive subsistence
Gold turns to grey
Placid existence
Passive subsistence
A life of wasted days
The death of my autonomy
Kill the thing that's best in me
Sated, fat, and ordinary
Regain my sense of agency
It's in my capabilities
Find myself a better way
Want to want
Want to need
Left on the ground
Like dried up seed
Erosion
Dust blowing, roots showing
Erosion
Wind blowing, I'm not growing
Fertile ground will take this seed
Offer up a part of me
Wasted days lost to this greed
Find new possibility
Fertile ground will take this seed
Offer up a part of me
Wasted days lost to this greed
Find new possibility