Cornered, nowhere to go
Forced to let true colors show
Message, just can’t get through
To their conscience they delude
Escalating conflict, you are the hypocrite
Victim out of convenience (To lay your hands on)
Destructive tendency (To tear them apart)
Gaslight for your control (Say they were wrong)
Then kill the fucking scapegoat (Gouge out his heart)
Far from, reality
For some reason you can’t see
The strife, you’re causing us
When I’m neutral, you can’t trust
Lashing, out, going off
Somehow conflict you’ll resolve
You use, this fallacy
An incurable malady
When you introspect, you are the hypocrite
Victim out of convenience (To lay your hands on)
Destructive tendency (To tear them apart)
Gaslight for your control (Say they were wrong)
Then kill the fucking scapegoat (Gouge out his heart)
Go!
Cease!
Victim out of convenience (To lay your hands on)
Destructive tendency (To tear them apart)
Gaslight for your control (Say they were wrong)
Then kill the fucking scapegoat (Gouge out his heart)
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