Eyes Pry

from Demos by Youth Offender

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These rooms taste of regret
A fate ill received
chosen nonetheless
Eyes pry until they bleed

nights like this get no attention
from my fading memory
more optionless direction
more vile misanthropy

a pall on life is sewn with the threads of my undying needs
to find solace in the abscess of our love

The glass a lens, the rain it flickers like static
The voices drone and the wall stares back at me
Its face marred by the streaks of dirt
That bleed like ink across the pages of time
I have a certain apathy to all the abuse
Like a method to cope with that rock
that rolls down the hill every time I push it up
And I pick at the scabs trying to draw some blood
A flood of motivation to pick me up
And I know nothing is worth dying for

I’m finding purpose and pleasure in suffering
Because without it there’s something missing
Every Corner I turn, I find a catch twenty-two
Another ghost in the flesh
One of the unlucky few
But then again, we’ve all got our faults
Every limb on every tree, the perfect place
To hang my demons: Dead, naked, and defaced

credits

from Demos, released October 3, 2013
Louie Pan - Guitars
Zakk Pang - Guitars
Rowan Jesson - Bass/Vox
Griffin MacLeod - Drums
Mitchell Jesson - Vox

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