Free from your hold, I’ll crawl my way
Out of the furnace into the cold
Of all my years its time to
Break forth from the mould
I’m not a servant to you
I’m just a product of the pain
Pouring salt into the wound
Anything to feel
I put the noose around my neck
Kick the chair and then I'm free
From your hold
Out of the furnace in the cold
Break forth from the mould
I'm not a servant to you
But to the dark
So when the night comes
And everyone has gone
I will abandon my soul
To spite the fleeting sun
And when the sky falls
I hope it lands on you
I hope it crushes your bones
I hope you feel it all
You mother fucker
credits
from Nothing Left to Give,
released January 21, 2022
Written by Jay Correnti, Wesley Flynn
Produced/Recorded/Mixed by Pete Zen
Mastered by Len Carmichael