Improvised Bombing - Chagrin

Lyrics:
Mundane, constrained
Every day's the same
Rough head, disdain
For all that's left to waste
Still lost, with no trust
Just overwhelming grief
I've failed myself
Can't face my own reflection
Don't count on me
To be the one to save you from your fate
Every day I make the same mistakes
A failure on repeat
How can I change a goddamn thing
When all my efforts are in vain?
Sinking down into this hole
Leave me before I drag you underneath
Sinking, losing all control
Comfort in sickness grows
This has become my home
There's no relief
In a life so stagnant
We let our hearts grow cold
It's the only way we know
I'm getting used to this
Comfort in sickness grows
I don't need anyone
This has become my home
In shame and chagrin
Recorded at Doomer Studios
doomerstudios.bandcamp.com/