Texty:
Amity Affliction The Severed Ties

down, we'll walk backwards and feel the blood drain to our heads while your creeping away why don't we pull the punches back? And perhaps rebuild those severed ties

It's not for lack of percipience that I turned my back; it's just that I've become so absent from my own train of thought. I'm only just treading water

and roll it out, it's high time for your chest to resonate something more tangible. The angles, they're cutting in; they're destroying the cohesion, cutting ties

Dying alone would be a privilege if all my friends were like you. Dying would be a privilege. Rusted rail spikes and shards of glass give me rest;

(Featuring JJ Peters) For so many years I held my breath for you, Held under what became the ocean. I?m struggling to find footing, on what became