In Defense of Resentment - Street Sects

Fear of money

Fear of love

Fear of being undone

Fear of conscience

Fear of law

Fear of living too long

Each time you reach out

I find it strange

Seems like a waste of goodwill

You’ve shared your dreams

Recounted «wins»

I can’t relate to those things

I wouldn’t last a night

In your head

With your thoughts

Of right and wrong

Good and bad

You have nothing of worth to offer me

Nothing but guilt and luxury

Underneath your disguise

The dream is suffering

Vanishing

I’m at home with my faults

I don’t need your friendship

Your judgement

Your passive aggressive concern

I’ve got fear

I’ve got hate

I’ve got the things you can’t chase out

Hiding in plain sight

And you’ve settled down now

To die in the same cage you were born and raised in

Bury the sentiment

Bury the good intent

I don’t deserve your affection

Piss on your selflessness

Fuck your forgiveness

I don’t believe in redemption