Guilt Trip
The Gates
When I’m laid to rest in this dirt and I’m left to fall to my broken knees

This world has shown me its teeth and it has fucking sunk them into me


Take me away, who will open the gate for me?

Who will open the gate?

I spent forever restoring my faith to face the cold touch that nails me in place, I still hold the weight of distaste and debt for my sin, I guess I’ll piss in the wind


I spent forever restoring my faith


Rotten, pale, push me away

Nothing left of me result of decay

A vessel with essence released

Someday I know this mortal life will cease


Don’t carry me wherever you go
I’ll weigh you down, wicked painful and slow

No remnants remain

When I’m gone everything will be the same


I stay indebted to my faith and I feel the blade of it’s ill intent

This world descends on my back but I will not be broken again

I will not be broken again


Who will open the gates?


Dragging me down, I’m gritting my teeth

Won’t be defeated, I won’t retreat

Take on anything and never back down

No rest ‘til you’re six feet in the ground and the rain falls around you, bitch

No remnants remain
When you’re gone everything will be the same



This world has shown me it’s teeth and it has sunk them into me