"Destructured." lyrics
Open the gates to dissolve these structures
We're deconstructing their decisiveness
We know we are not born to float, but to walk on bridges
I will never regret
I will never regret any cut to my threats
I will never forget where I'm from and what kept me awake
I will never regret that I've worn all these thorns to relight my true face
You know a thousand songs but you have no favourite line
Three chords and a million truths, each day I make 'em mine
My brothers used to say: "Chords before shirts"
And in my book hardcore is still spelled P.U.N.K.
How far will you just go on like this and live like shit?
You suffer walls you built yourself
Circling perfection
Black and white is put on a shelf
Not finding satisfaction
You're on the inside looking out
How these colors are bursting
Today could be your first day
Not just another Thursday
You know a thousand songs but you have no favourite line
Three chords and a million truths, each day I make 'em mine
My brothers used to say: "Chords before shirts"
And in my book hardcore is still spelled P.U.N.K.
Open the gates for your deconstruction
This disillusion may break their structures
Follow and you might build your own bridges
You are not born to fucking float
We're deconstructing their decisiveness
We know we are not born to float, but to walk on bridges
I will never regret
I will never regret any cut to my threats
I will never forget where I'm from and what kept me awake
I will never regret that I've worn all these thorns to relight my true face
You know a thousand songs but you have no favourite line
Three chords and a million truths, each day I make 'em mine
My brothers used to say: "Chords before shirts"
And in my book hardcore is still spelled P.U.N.K.
How far will you just go on like this and live like shit?
You suffer walls you built yourself
Circling perfection
Black and white is put on a shelf
Not finding satisfaction
You're on the inside looking out
How these colors are bursting
Today could be your first day
Not just another Thursday
You know a thousand songs but you have no favourite line
Three chords and a million truths, each day I make 'em mine
My brothers used to say: "Chords before shirts"
And in my book hardcore is still spelled P.U.N.K.
Open the gates for your deconstruction
This disillusion may break their structures
Follow and you might build your own bridges
You are not born to fucking float
