Dead Limbs Songtext

Scold through gritted teeth, clench both fists.
Everything that is hated resides inside them.
The grip constricts as every moment passes by,
as every memory constantly ticks.
And so those nights began
"where sleep was solace and solace finally caved in."
Awake, thinking of the things
that don't seem to let go.
Thinking of what could've been,
of what should've been.