In Dying Arms - Obsolete

I was raised to be strong
Yet, i stand here a man;
alone on knees

When did i find the will to disclose these wounds?
Another burnt display of affection, dead to the grave;
You were the only one i had;
Now who am i to confide in?

With these tears i will wash away my frustration
I will wash away my memories;
But you refuse to be let a stray

Who the fuck are you supposed to be to me?

Vividly i remember how things used to be
You said this would never change;
I am nothing but feeling, but i will not beg;
Every thought of you is another regret to be had;

and every thought is another feeling
But do i have what it takes to erase the past?

You said things would never change

WOMB OF VITAL CONFINEMENT
Look at what we have become
Fuck you, you fucking slave
something we cant manifest

Slave, fucking slave. You're a mother fucking slave

You see us as the antagonist?
must you feel insecure?
The walls that you once hibernated to for security
have now become your asylum of captivity.

Youre not the same
can you feel me now?
can you feed off my words fucking slave?