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Track: Over the Garden Wall
Artist: Like Moths To Flames
Album: The Cycles Of Trying To Cope

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Name: Like Moths To Flames
Spotify Genres: metalcore, post-hardcore, deathcore, screamo, djent
Followers: 291,257
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Like Moths to Flames is an American metalcore band from Columbus, Ohio. The band has released six full-length albums and 4 EPs through Rise Records and UNFD (We Are Unified). Chris Roetter – Lead Vocals (2010–present) Jeremy Smith – Lead Guitar (2015-present) Zach Pishney - Rhythm Guitar (2016-present)

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Release: Like Moths To Flames - The Cycles Of Trying To Cope
Year: 2024
Genres: Rock
Styles: Metalcore

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LYRICS

Through the cracks in the wall, I watched the black mold grow
Nothing would stop the spread, the ground starts to tremble below
Drenched in thoughts so unnerving
Tighten the grip around my neck, pain evolves
I finally forget
Doused in bleach
Suicide of the mind
Just to feel relief
Everlasting, the stress refuses to leave
Only consuming
Doused in gasoline
Will I burn for the things I've seen?
Neglect the need to be heard
Silence speaks

Boarded up the windows to block out the lights
I tried to hide from the world I built until it died

Overgrown like a vine
Rooted into the hands of the clock
Killing time

Am I just unwell these days?
I'm not myself
And it feels like I'll never change
Too late for me
Nothing's healing the hurt, only worsens the pain

I led myself to be slaughtered here
Killed by my own knife
Suicide of the mind

I led myself to be slaughtered here
Killed by apathy
Could never see things clear
Is there a meaning to this?

Am I just unwell these days?
I'm not myself
And it feels like I'll never change
Too late for me
Nothing's healing the hurt
Am I just unwell these days?
I'm not myself
And it feels like I'll never change
Too late for me
Nothing's healing the hurt, only worsens the pain

Overgrown like a vine
Rooted into the hands of the clock
Killing time