“Anathema On High”

Pushing me down

Pushing me down

Bury me with a crown

I’m tired of your little white lies and I’m tired of your excuses

I’m tired of your confrontation and I’m tired of you

I am the northerner

And my rage will not rest on this day

Those advances are heard and they are not the first, nor the last

You detest me and I will not forgive what I cannot comprehend

You hurt me in so many ways and for what? You had to have me

You had to have me!

So just think about that as you take up your cup and toast a brand new tragedy

You are pestilent and I am so far away from feeling anything but this deep shade

How can I be your friend when you’ve ruined so much of who I am?

Have you no morels, no heart, no head, no hurt?

I burn this to the ground because I cannot look upon it anymore without anguish

It’s sad to see it end in flames but she’s burning down

I wish you the best of luck when I’m in my right mind

But these fleeting emotions, these fists form so easily

I’m afraid its goodbye and I hope you get what you deserve