Left To Suffer - “LOATHE” (feat. Jacob Wallace of BROJOB) Official Music Video | BVTV Music

Introducing: Left To Suffer from Atlanta, GA. Watch the official music video for the band’s brand new single “LOATHE” featuring Jacob Wallace of BROJOB & Coldharbour exclusively on BVTV Music!

Music engineered, mixed, & mastered by: Aaron Pace @ AP Audio
Video directed by: Eric DiCarlo @ SquareUp Studios

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LYRICS:
Chorus:
Choking on the dirt that I’ve been force fed
The population is bleeding me dry
Swallow my pride as I watch the moon light seep into my pores I only fear the end
It happens over and over again
Separation it fucks with my head
Bullshit, I am constantly fed
Auto phobia I wish I was dead

Fuck

Breakdown 1:
I try to hide the shame away
On the edge of the precipice
Never to see the light of day
Cursed to be a nihilist

Two Step carry:
Endless pits of fucking madness
And I’m so afraid, the spiraling entity stuck in my brain
Crafted an outward persona
Threatening to tear me apart

Pre-breakdown:
Feels like I’ve been sleeping
Locked away from the world I’ve known
Feels like the glass is breaking
I’m set free as you lose control

Chorus:
Choking on the dirt that I’ve been force fed
The population is bleeding me dry
Swallow my pride as I watch the moon light seep into my pores I only fear the end
It happens over and over again
Separation it fucks with my head
Bullshit, I am constantly fed
Auto phobia I wish I was dead

Oh

Helpless against the ever growing darkness
Hopeless I can never escape
It’s out of my hands
Not even screams can break this silence


I can’t stand myself
I try to hide the shame away
On the edge of the precipice
Never to see the light of day
Cursed to be a nihilist