so this is what it be like everything bathed in a harsh bright light things look slightly askew surging emotion obscures the view reaching out for something to hold slow motion realities starts to unfold it s all strangely serene a white pulse made out of screams life is so fleeting why make it less endless potential bottomless regret why is the impact so immense maybe because i worry it could have been me instead one day soon we ll catch up again awkward words with forgotten friends now just flashes on the screen why is the past so pristine condolences are sputtered and meek but more at hand than the answers we seek the floor drops out at the brink the brightest stars start to sink life is so fleeting why make it less endless potential bottomless regret why is the impact so immense maybe because i worry it could have been me instead it s always on my conscience it all weighs on my conscience it all plays on the conscience life is so fleeting why make it less endless potential bottomless regret why is the impact so immense maybe i know it could have been me instead it s always on my conscience it all weighs on my conscience it all plays on the conscience it s always on my conscience it all weighs on my conscience it all plays on the conscience it s always on my conscience it all weighs on my conscience it all plays on the conscience
['canadian hardcore', 'canadian metal', 'canadian punk', 'hardcore punk', 'indie punk', 'post-hardcore']