Deathbed - Open Arms
“Nostalgia always gets the best of me. Long days turn to sleepless nights. These thoughts, these dreams. I’m sick of fighting it. The past keeps dragging me down and I can’t overcome it. Where I’ve been, where I’ll go. It’s all the same. No matter how fast I run, the past keeps catching up to me. No matter how fast I run. Worn out memories continue to return and each night I find them with open arms. Let me get through this night. Pull me out of this Hell that I call my mind. My emotions get the best of me. My emotions will be the death of me. Worn out memories.”
one of the best bands in HC right now.