Blunder Days from Unsound by Feeble

There are some debts that can’t go unpaid
Built on the backs of the dying or already dead
Consume, consume
Concealing the guild in your gut
It festers and rots until you are gone
There are some debts that can’t go unpaid
Built on the backs of the dying or already dead
Consume
Concealing the guilt in your gut
It festers and rots

You stink of ambition
You reek of regret
Unrelenting and determined to show what you have to offer them
So, build until it towers
Make yourself satisfied
Guilt and I will catch up eventually
We’ll be comin’
I’ll be comin’ for you, son

To bring you to your knees
To put you in the ground

Don’t worry ‘bout a thing because the pain won’t last too long
I may rip out your eyes
I may mutilate your face
But there’s nothing that you can’t take

Prove to yourself that you are the one
Convince me that I am wrong
Prove to yourself that you’re the fucking man
Convince me I was wrong

You have nothing to offer them
You come from a different world
Built on the backs of your brothers and sisters
Consume, consume

It will never be enough because no one can be trusted
Don’t get too excited
It will never fill you up
You are the fucking man

There are some debts that can’t go unpaid
Built on the backs of the dying or already dead
Consume, consume
Concealing the guild in your gut
It festers and rots until you are gone
There are some debts that can’t go unpaid
Built on the backs of the dying or already dead
Consume
Concealing the guilt in your gut
It festers and rots
I’ll be comin’ for you, son

• Metal
• riff rock
• Russellville