Desecration from Rehabilitation by Huck Fin

My hand is having trouble pointing fingers when this fucking feeling lingers
Teling me, who's fault this is
My heart is having trouble picking faces when it's black and empty space
It's so hard to be me
My mind is hellbent on destruction
I'll die alone and with nothing, if i maintain

I took her down to this river, and watched her body lift
I took one step towards the water, and felt the bottom hit
By god she's and angel, i'm a burning car, flying down 66
My god she's enraged now, and i'm a fucking fool, full of sex and sin
Now she's not gonna let me in, let me in ever again

My hand is having trouble pointing fingers when this fucking feeling lingers
Teling me, who's fault this is
My heart is having trouble picking faces when it's black and empty space
It's so hard to be me
My mind is hellbent on destruction
I'll die alone and with nothing, if i maintain

My body is a desecrated temple, just a shell thats much more simple
Oh i have been vanquished
My soul is a black and bleeding beacon that impedes her from succeeding
No, I don't want to be alive anymore
And my mind is hellbent on destruction
I'll die alone and with nothing, if i maintain

• DIY
• Punk
• anarcho-punk
• folk punk
• singer-songwriter
• skate punk
• Portland