I try and try to fit this design.
Fixing broken pieces damaged by time.
No matter what, I'm stuck in the end.
A reminder of what I've never been.
I've come to grips, i have nothing.
These fellowships aren't worth trusting.
Can never seem to get ahead.
Every bet on black assures a fucking red.
I'm better off dead.
The youth that once remained - nowhere to be found.
Truth won't keep me detained until I'm in the ground.
Willfull actions bring joy.
The weak-willed blindly comply.
from The Gift Of Time,
released October 16, 2016
Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Shane Mayer at Cerebral Audio Productions. All Rights reserved. Unauthorized copying, reproduction, hiring, lending, public performance and broadcasting prohibited.