Abrasive Substance
Abrasive-Substance-Best-Of.mp3 ABOUT THE SONG "Abrasive Substance," is a song about thanks and giving -- and the choice each of us faces in how we move through the world. Do you spend your life as an abrasive substance, grinding down everyone and everything you touch? Or do you choose to be a force that helps set freewill free? Built on a gritty electric-guitar rhythm riff and grounded by earthy organ and keyboard layers, the track explores the tension between destructive habits and intentional, meaningful living. The lyrics paint the contrast clearly: "Sand in my sheets / Blood on the streets" evokes irritation turning into violence—how small frictions escalate when we let bitterness rule. The refrain "Abrasive substance / Rubs me the wrong way" reflects how corrosive attitudes erode not only others but ourselves, leading to the "abuse of existence" and the slow decay of what makes life worth living. The bridge shifts the tone: a personal declaration of liberation. "As for me... my destiny... free / Freewill now until... I fly" signals a conscious refusal to live in anger, choosing instead perseverance, openness, and agency. By the outro, the message crystallizes: avoid abrasive ways of being, rise above the friction, and cherish each moment, minute by minute. "Abrasive Substance" is ultimately a song about choosing gratitude over grievance -- and remembering that freedom begins inside. [Lyrics] [Verse 1] [Chorus] [Bridge] [Verse 2] [Chorus] [Bridge] [Outro]
Abrasive-Substance-Best-Of.mp4
Abrasive substance
(Rubs me the wrong way)
Your whiskers
(When pressed to flesh)
Shouts from whispers
(Will blood be fresh)
Abrasive substance
(Rubs me the wrong way)
Abuse of existence
(Watching life decay)
As for me
… my destiny…
(Free)
Freewill
(Now until…)
Sand in my sheets
(Blood on the streets)
Shouts from whispers
(Complete disasters)
Abrasive substance
(Rubs me the wrong way)
Abuse of existence
(Watching life decay)
As for me
… my destiny…
(Free)
Freewill
(Now until…)
Until I…
(Fly)
Never say die!
(Avoid)
Abrasive substances
(Rather float away)
Abuse of existence
(Is not my foray)
Cherish the moment
(Minute by minute)
… the moment