I been swinging at shadows, losing ground
Every grudge makes a heavier sound
So I laid my anger in the dirt and thunder
Bury the axe—six feet under.

Perhaps redemption with yourself. or peace with your self

Verses = why the anger built
Chorus = the decision to end it
Bridge = the cost of not burying it

Pretty good angle

Last edited by bennash; 12/23/25 11:40 AM.

We’re all built from the same dust and dreams,
Different roads, but the same means.