Echoes of the Past

One, two
One, two, three

Feeling a sight of society is sound
I cannot try to get over it now
I like the tune, but I struggle with the words
Guess that it's time for a song I've never heard

I hate my body, my mind, and myself
Hard not to swallow what's shoved in my mouth
Guess I'll just binge all my thoughts until I purge
It's too late now, and I guess I'll never learn

Hate breeds a man like the setting of the Sun
But the family tree, it always passes to the son
Humbled and free, oh, I'm screaming so loud
Hold me close, dear or I'll never let it out

Triggered by truth, well, I guess it's in style
Figured it new, but it's been here for a while
Lost and confused, I am screaming like a child
Hold me again before I fall into the wild

The world, it will end in a barrel of laughs
Hard to pretend that anything could last
No buildings will burn, no, nothing will collapse
Just watch us step through the echoes of the past