Resentment - The Green Leaves

Behold, the creator of prisoners

The cause of production of slaves

There is no hope for change

No light at the end of the tunnel

Just a never ending journey down a nonsensical path

A path that ends in death

Your network of little birds will fall as they’re torn from the clouds

A blemish erased from the canvas that is the sky

And then this vile creature from the Earth

Out of all the goodness, purity and love

A stain on the cleanest of cloths

You dragged my name through dirt

Razor blades

And salt trails

I have no idea why I keep trying, it never fucking fails to come back on me

I’ve been searching for diamonds in a world of shit

And I just can’t quite get over it

Trekking down the well-worn path

A familiar script written with blood

And sludged down by filth from the sewers

Pathetic, feeble birds

Mindlessly repeating all the words you’ve heard

Don’t believe everything you hear

Your network of birds dismembered at the beak

This was never what life was supposed to be

Toxicity

Rotting the family tree

Stay away, get the fuck back

You never gave a shit about me or my path

Keep reaching for my throat

You will never choke me

You see, you’ve filled my heart with this hate, and it will remain until the

day you lay in your grave

Now lay in your grave