Skullbowl
Unveiling the Inner Struggle: Skullbowl by POLTERGUTS Revealed
Lyrics
I guess I run a little more than I would like to admit.
I tend to run more than I'd like to acknowledge.
I pick the hill I want to die and just go full sprint.
I choose challenges that seem insurmountable and face them head-on.
I used to think I'd change the world back when I was a kid, but in the end, it's just a sentimental feeling I get.
In my youth, I believed I could change the world, but now it feels like a nostalgic emotion.
I try to focus on what's best for me, but in the end, it always hits just like a brick to see what I want versus what I think I want to be.
Despite aiming for what's best for me, I'm often confronted with the contrast between my desires and perceived aspirations.
Shame on me for thinking I could do both: play their rules and get ahead in this rat race.
I regret thinking I could navigate both conforming to societal norms and succeeding in a competitive environment.
Being honest doesn't pay what it should, and in a world full of sheep, I want to eat like a wolf.
Honesty doesn't yield the expected rewards, and in a conformist society, I'd rather be assertive and self-sufficient.
I guess I've got a few more problems than I'd like to admit. I take as much of it I can and try to bury it. I keep on lying to my friends until it’s all that they see and keep on lying to myself until I finally believe.
I have more issues than I admit, and I cope by burying them, deceiving my friends, and convincing myself of the falsehoods.
I used to pray for my friends.
In the past, I prayed for my friends.
I used to hurt when they hurt.
I used to empathize with their pain.
I used love without expecting any love in return.
I once loved unconditionally without expecting reciprocation.
I used to push to be better.
I strived for personal improvement.
I used to try for change, but now I can't begin to feel those same old things.
Previously, I pursued change, but now I'm numb to those aspirations.
Cause I left the church, cause I saw no grace.
I abandoned the church because I perceived a lack of grace.
I just saw people judging other people exactly the same.
I witnessed judgment within the church, similar to the judgment I detested.
But instead of love, I just gave up, and I just gave in, just like them.
Instead of spreading love, I succumbed to the same judgment and negativity.
I always thought I’d be a better fucking person than this.
I always envisioned myself as a better person than my current state suggests.
Comment