Will from Triofia by Triofia

Even though my wind is gone
and my sails are ragged

my ship has just been born
and my hull is jagged
so come get me storm
I'll grab the bull by the horns

my spirit isn't torn, it has many years to grow on
and consolidate itself, boy
when I see my own face
I don't feel the same taste

when I was little I loved humanity, my race
now I really met them, what a haste
what a waste, god used copy/paste
anomalies do born sometimes

and we don't know if we suck or shine

I need to change my own life, there's nothing I could do
do you expect to succeed with not even one bruise?
the lies I told to myself are almost expiring
the lazy slacker in me will now be soon crying

get offa your chair and do some shit
make things happen even if you split
you gotta pay the price for the things you want
so now pay for the knife and cut yourself loose, son

man the fuck up and use your own feet
use your own hands and craft a brand new sheet
write your new fate before it's too late
there's no need to shake right before the breakthrough

there's wine on my papers I spilled over haters
but I spat on their faces and said "see you later"
work your way out of the darkness that sprouts
that's just for distraction, so stand up and shout.

• noisecore
• Rock
• alternative metal
• mathcore
• post-hardcore
• progressive
• Santiago