As part of treating myself to a Peavey Studio Pro 112 for my 15th birthday, I decided to update. o_O
About the Lyrics: The protagonist is a guy constantly gets screwed over in his attempts at life. He can't seem to break free from this chain of what he calls Remorse. He can't seem to get over it, or break free from it. His thoughts constantly haunt him. The "license" of Remorse is what he views as his salvation from it.
The License of Remorse
verse 1
Can't you see that I'm feeling damned?
There is no chance in hell that I will find my way
It's so damn tight I can't break free from it
Not another word before I get jacked up again
Just when I found the strength
chorus
Try to feel the impact and the feeling of regret
Get behind the walls of so-called safety
What you remember will be the salvation of what you see
The License of Remorse
verse 2
I'm having trouble trying to get some sleep
Thoughts wander round my head and never leave me be
There is no use trying to get over it
I fell in much pity and suffered loss by the folds
And I'm never letting go
verse 1-> chorus-> verse 2-> chorus-> chorus
Heck, I might even add a bridge to it later. I've got a basic riff for it already, just need to tighten up the screws and add some detail.
verse 1
Can't you see that I'm feeling damned?
There is no chance in hell that I will find my way
It's so damn tight I can't break free from it
Not another word before I get jacked up again
Just when I found the strength
chorus
Try to feel the impact and the feeling of regret
Get behind the walls of so-called safety
What you remember will be the salvation of what you see
The License of Remorse
verse 2
I'm having trouble trying to get some sleep
Thoughts wander round my head and never leave me be
There is no use trying to get over it
I fell in much pity and suffered loss by the folds
And I'm never letting go
verse 1-> chorus-> verse 2-> chorus-> chorus
Heck, I might even add a bridge to it later. I've got a basic riff for it already, just need to tighten up the screws and add some detail.
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