Finivero

June, 2024

Yellow Years

A bitter betrayal by the blood that was supposed to protect.
Guess some egos were hungry and we were just food to be fed on.Strong as a moose, tough as a goose, still a victim to drool.
Time to be food, time for the booze, go 'head and tighten the noose.Strawberry hair, Rollie Pollies and fear by the creek.
Soon it'll be time to face the wolves across the street.
Prey better pray that today's not the day of teeth.
Casted from the concrete to a sea of trees.Strong as a moose, tough as a goose, still a victim to drool.
Time to be food, time for the booze, go 'head and tighten the noose.Shedding tears over those yellow years
And my blood boils.
Nothing has grown like it's supposed to.
From the cold of December all the way to June,
It's hard to be patient,
It's so very hard to keep cool.Digging sharp into the flesh.
There's no comfort like loneliness.
Digging sharp into the flesh,
Like a wolf to a hen.No freedom like a broken bone.
No gift like a wilted rose.
No freedom like a broken bone.
Dragged to the den.
Dragged in the den.

Walking to the Fire

Fear I'm the devil.
Eyes deep set and black.
An egotistic maniac and a backstabbing psychopath.But I know that's not the truth.
I know this heart means well.
But my guilt won't purify me.
My actions have spoke for themselves.So I cut off the ones that care too much,
Cause I can't reciprocate.
How the fuck am I supposed to learn to love,
When I barely feel human most days?This isn't a sob story,
Nor a sympathy plea.
If anything, it's just an attempt to give some semblance of an apology.For my absence.
My sudden withdrawal.
Well, for what it's worth,
I'm wondering where I went just as much as you are.Oh no, she said.
Oh no, you're dead.
Oh no, she said.
Oh no, you're dead.
Dead to me.Cut off a leaf and lie through your teeth.
I would be lying if I said I didn't need a little closure.
I still hate being sober most days.What did you wanna do?
What is it you wanted to say?
I'm tired of walking to the fire,
When we're right next to the parades.
We are alive, but not for long.

Through the Night

A bitter betrayal by the blood that was supposed to protect.
Guess some egos were hungry and we were just food to be fed on.Strong as a moose, tough as a goose, still a victim to drool.
Time to be food, time for the booze, go 'head and tighten the noose.Strawberry hair, Rollie Pollies and fear by the creek.
Soon it'll be time to face the wolves across the street.
Prey better pray that today's not the day of teeth.
Casted from the concrete to a sea of trees.Strong as a moose, tough as a goose, still a victim to drool.
Time to be food, time for the booze, go 'head and tighten the noose.Shedding tears over those yellow years
And my blood boils
Nothing has grown like it's supposed to
From the cold of December all the way to June
It's hard to be patient
It's so very hard to keep coolDigging sharp into the flesh.
There's no comfort like loneliness.
Digging sharp into the flesh,
Like a wolf to a hen.No freedom like a broken bone.
No gift like a wilted rose.
No freedom like a broken bone.
Dragged to the den.
Dragged in the den.

My God

A bitter betrayal by the blood that was supposed to protect.
Guess some egos were hungry and we were just food to be fed on.Strong as a moose, tough as a goose, still a victim to drool.
Time to be food, time for the booze, go 'head and tighten the noose.Strawberry hair, Rollie Pollies and fear by the creek.
Soon it'll be time to face the wolves across the street.
Prey better pray that today's not the day of teeth.
Casted from the concrete to a sea of trees.Strong as a moose, tough as a goose, still a victim to drool.
Time to be food, time for the booze, go 'head and tighten the noose.Shedding tears over those yellow years
And my blood boils.
Nothing has grown like it's supposed to.
From the cold of December all the way to June,
It's hard to be patient
It's so very hard to keep cool.Digging sharp into the flesh.
There's no comfort like loneliness.
Digging sharp into the flesh,
Like a wolf to a hen.No freedom like a broken bone.
No gift like a wilted rose.
No freedom like a broken bone.
Dragged to the den.
Dragged in the den.