I’m at the bottom rung of the social ladder,
Another useless body left to fill up the crowds.
No aspirations, no dreams.
A guilty coward bowed on his knees.
Not a matter of opinion just a well known fact.
A lifeless husk left to fill up the cracks.
No coin for the starving man, No hope for their outstretched hand.
Empty, always empty.
It’s cold outside, I need this more than ever.
An escape from reality, I need this more than ever.
A place to go that’s all our homes. All equals, never alone.
A brotherly bond formed by a song.
He writes the words then we sing along.
And I still feel empty, I still feel guilty.
But they’re the feelings that I keep buried.
I can’t stand the sight of a mirror.
Just reminds me of who I am.
I can’t stand the sound of my errors.
I’m a deadshit, a terrible man.
So if you love me then let me know.
I’m a useless cunt with nowhere to go.
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A rollercoaster of rage-crying emotion sure to send you over the edge if you're not careful. Gotta love Old Gray and all the emo ragers they write for us. Mikey
Toronto band Respire deliver a post-hardcore tour de force on the largest scale possible, orchestrally rich and incessantly uncompromising. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 6, 2021
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Convention & Protocol Relating to the Status of Refugees. Read it. Make up your own mind. I have, and I think that the sentiments expressed in Punchable Face, pretty much mirror my own when it comes to refugees / asylum seekers, and how Abbott is a bad, bad man who has caused so much hurt and suffering. People should have the right to seek asylum, no matter their modes of transport. "Real Australians Say Welcome." James