DEADLITE - ARMS OF FAILURE

from ARMS OF FAILURE by Deadlite

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All alone in the arms of failure
I'm withering still
Before the cold lays its hands and hold my neck up
I'll do myself a favour
And drown the rest of the life I'm living
What is left of me?
Will be the world to bury

Ostracize me
A disillusioned piece of meat
Filled with flaws and lacking of anything that's worth to keep
Good for nothing (good for nothing)
A sack of heathens (sack of heathens)
Push a gun into my mouth
And pull the trigger
My existence
Unredeemable

What is left of me?
Will be the world to bury?

On my own in the hands of fever
I cant sweat out
Before the ruthless fate
I'm powerless and trivial
Another soul to break
So I drenched myself of woes and hate
Watch me sink my ship
Until it's gone and buried deep

Buried deep
Forget me
Such a waste of breathe
Buried deep
Tragic me
Such a shame to live

All alone in the arms of failure
I'm withering still (I'm withering still)
Before the cold lays its hands and hold my neck up
We'll be dead by then

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from ARMS OF FAILURE, track released March 26, 2021
Tracking, Mixing and Mastering by
Nyl Del Rosario

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Deadlite Toronto, Ontario

Lead Vox:
Allen Rimpola

Guitars/Vox:
Andrei Magarro

Guitars/Vox:
Nyl Del Rosario

Bass Guitar:
Tim Busa

Session Drummer:
Nicola Sudano

Band from Toronto, ON, Canada
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