Released on October 25, 2016
[Intro]
This is Godsynth
[Chorus: Living Evil]
Up and down, been broken
Never really had a halo over my emotions
Walls break down, I'm falling
So depressive and I can't stop the haunting
These voices never cease
Why must they always tease me?
Pacing through my head, the end should be coming
Please, someone save me, I'm grasping for nothing
[Verse 1: Living Evil]
Never felt like I ever belonged
Wicked, they got onŠµ, but headstrong
Hate group for all who had done wrong
SmokŠµ blunts and drown out the bad thoughts
Love lost, alone, often distraught
Felt like the whole world should blow up
Going nuts, I talked to myself once
And realized the depression, just one
So cold I became, I was left scorned
Intolerant for rep though I conform
Alienated and often invaded all my friends
Never accepting 'em, venom projecting all the trends
The full acceptance and just to feel like I'm one of them
It never came and it graduated, the deed begins
Did drug after drug just to feel numb
Fucked slut after slut just to feel love
Disgusting punk with a foul tongue
Empty I felt, never found love
Senseless and dead and I blaze on
With the shield of my youthful demeanor
So I pour happiness into liquor
Never found my place and I'm sickened
Wanna stake my claim but my mention
Is non-existent, my boy says bitch don't
Pen and pad that I'm given, dumb luck
Roll one chance, I'm just asking for one
Use my voice to report my intentions
Let the sound reverberate my reflections
Let my words inform you that I'm broke
Grasping for nothing but lost hope
Lay back while the beat bumps and goes
To a place where I'm not so alone
[Chorus: Living Evil]
Up and down, been broken
Never really had a halo over my emotions
Walls break down, I'm falling
So depressive and I can't stop the haunting
These voices never cease
Why must they always tease me?
Pacing through my head, the end should be coming
Please, someone save me, I'm grasping for nothing
[Verse 2: Living Evil]
I know not everyone can feel how I feel
I know not everyone can deal how I deal
I know not everyone can see how I see
And I know that I'm just paranoid, trust me
I'm fucked buying stock on the other side
I'm fine but the work just how I get a wad
Take a puck, buy proportions round a closed room
Open to my wife, but to anyone nevermore
All I ever wanted was a group that I could reverend
But it seems like every year another member goes silent
And all I ever done is try to understand the actions of the members of the group to no end or satisfaction
Paint it black, all I get's closed-casket
Our kind is dead like the past is
Fuck the burden, I will no longer carry this
Fuck the devil, lay him for wicked where the lyric is
Maybe evil is my last shot, no look
Grow up with the past, bitch, there is no love
There is no coming back in the future
Cut ties, witness all these sutures
Monster, Frankenstein, my reflection
Conquer my own mind, the aggression
I serve my own starving depression
When will I ever learn my lesson?
All I hear is my voice as a weapon to release all the anger that I hold inside
I communicate through music with another mind
Whether or not the wicked shit will never die
I can feel it deep in my bones
Two misfits, one ain't saved home
Last time, last try cuz I don't wanna do this all on my own
[Chorus: Living Evil]
Up and down, been broken
Never really had a halo over my emotions
Walls break down, I'm falling
So depressive and I can't stop the haunting
These voices never cease
Why must they always tease me?
Pacing through my head, the end should be coming
Please, someone save me, I'm grasping for nothing
[Outro: Living Evil]
I find it to be quite disturbing when the realization of the people in the past hits and that every person who slid a knife in your back is now a scar. A grotesque pierce of who we are. Although, we never asked for this. And on the other side of the spectrum, what kind of person allows themselves to be stabbed and give the knife back to the same person and forgive? So, I guess the definition of insanity is the reason why evil lives