Lyrics Favorite Item - MINTTT

I felt sick
Afraid of the wake up call
Will I be your burden
To drive my guilt further?

Old mistakes are crawling
To celebrate unending nonsense

The same words, the same critique, a house of cards rebuilt

Worn-out traces of war-torn places,
To be revaged by violent faces
A dilemma: do I keep the dust and rubble
For reminder or for control?

There's a way to confine now
All the details from this grime life of yours
You left by the easiest door
No one would say a thing and
Holding my hand you thought
Memories don't count for the dead
For sure