His eyes flew open, can't escape this deja vu
The world around him, a systematic redo
Pressure to succeed, imposed a million times
Dark thoughts proceed into the recesses of his mind
Mother have mercy, please set me free
Let me live my life as my own entity
Under her control, the button makes him cave
Now a broken soul, he functions as her slave
Guilted through it all, he attains her dreams of wealth
Companionship and love, now gone along with his mental health
Mother have mercy, I would rather die
We are not the same, your values don't apply
Nothing else to live for, his time is nigh
Despite ressurections, he seeks his final sigh
Tearing open wrists, impact with concrete
He remembers it all, cruel mother makes him repeat
After his torment, his life full of regrets
The remote control, and the ownter he detests
In one last effort to reverse his fate
He perishes, his hopes and derams gone and now it's too late
Such a selfish act, for one who sits above
To preach good intentions, and practice conditional love
On their ninth studio album, the legendary Converge are as brutal and brilliant as ever, writing complex songs that bristle with tension. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 30, 2017
