Olde English 800 - The Amity Affliction

When your aspirations

Crumble at the feet

Of your tormentors

And your jaw feels like it’s breaking

On the cold hard tile floor and you’re

Holding onto something that does

Farm more harm than good

Well then you’ve reached

The pits of hell

And there in hell

You’ll find the steel

(To smash your skin until it’s calloused

To grind your teeth down to the bone

To tear your tongue out from its shelter

And bleed out all alone

When you get there

We’ll tread heavy

Through the boneyards and the filth

We’ll grace the presence of the vultures

And spit fire of the gods)

We’ll both sit in our skin

And hate the places we have known

(When your back feels like it’s breaking

And your skin has turned to stone)

And you are standing in the fire

And you are wishing to go back

Well then you’ve reached the pits of hell

You’ve reached the pits of hell

(I took this journey through the mirror

Took a chance to take my time

To watch the cold hard steel of burden

Come and break my heart and spine)

I took a blade, a glass, a noose

And then I smashed my mind in two

With a bottle, pills and notion

That I could drink my problems dead

I reached the cold pits of hell

And split my bones in tow

Dragged my cold heart through the snow

And felt the coldest burn of all

The grief I’ve come to know

The grief I’ve come to know

(I took this journey through the mirror

Took a chance to take my time

To watch the cold hard steel of burden

Come and break my heart and spine

I took this journey through the mirror

Took a chance to take my time

To watch the cold hard steel of burden

Come and break my heart and spine)

I’ve got a story here to tell you

And best you listen or grow cold

'Cause if you choose the path I’ve chosen

Chances are you won’t grow old

Won’t grow old