Solitary from Apparitions by Manners

It's much later than you think
Time is running out
The clock winds down to nothing
The sound, the sound

An early chill swept over our coastline
Bringing ice and rain and sleet and snow
I'm foreign living in a place I don’t even know
But eventually it dawned on me
I've been here so many times before
I've been trapped here for hundreds of years
I can hear every fucking footstep
I can taste every whisper
And every dying wish, and every dying wish
from the kids who died young from the stress of growing up too quick
Why me? Why me? I went to church every fucking Sunday

From my lips to God’s ears
I swear that I'm repenting
Do something, do something
Please save me from myself
Do something, do something,
just enough to save me from myself

• Punk
• experimental
• hardcore
• indie
• post hardcore
• Connecticut