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DOOM GENERATION
02:11
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IT'S ALL THE SAME
THE FUCKING PLEASURE AND PAIN
DRAGGING MY HEAD THROUGH YOUR SHIT
WHEN YOU AFFILIATE WITH NOTHING BY MY NAME
SINNERS AND SLAIN
CONDEMN THE SNAKES AND THE WEAK
I'LL SHOW MY FACE THROUGH A SCREEN
BUT DON'T YOU EVER THINK YOU KNOW ME
SO YOU WANT TO TAKE MY LIFE?
YOU BETTER SEPARATE MY SOUL
CAUSE I'VE BEEN TRYING TO DO WHAT'S RIGHT
JUST TO TAKE CONTROL
SINKING, BEEN DRINKING
BEEN IN NEED OF ATTENTION
AFFECTION
AFFLICTED SELF AGGRESSION
I DON'T NEED YOU
I DON'T NEED YOUR SHIT
FOURTY OUNCES OF POISON
I DOWN JUST LIKE CYANIDE
DROWN IN FEELINGS THAT I SHOVEL DEEP INSIDE
IN MY TATTERED LIFE I CARRY MY BATTERED NAME
IT'S ALL THE SAME
I CARRY MY SHIT WITH MY SHAME
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SCARS
00:27
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SCARS, BRUISES, CUTS OF YOUNGER DAYS
FOREVER ON MY FACE, BUT I AM NOT THE SAME
TRUDGING THROUGH MY BODY LIKE A CROOKED KNIFE
YOUR FUCKING DOWN HILL BATTLE IS MY ENDLESS FIGHT
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BLUE COLLAR GRAVESTONE
01:41
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CALLUS IN MY TATTERED EYES
REFLECT THE OLD BUT WHO AM I?
WASTE AWAY ANOTHER YEAR
SLAVE AWAY MY LIFE IN HERE
SWALLOW MY SADNESS , SPIT OUT LIKE A WHORE
PICK UP THE PIECES, CONVULSE ON THE FLOOR
I WANT TO I WANT TO I WANT TO SLEEP
PLEASE GOD OH PLEASE GOD OH PLEASE LET ME SLEEP
I AM A DRONE, SPINELESS ALONE
SO FUCKING ALONE
PLEASE DON'T DISTURB ME I HAVEN'T HAD MY FUCKING COFFEE
PLEASE DON'T DISTURB ME I'M FED UP OF NEVER BEING HAPPY
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TRASH LIFE
01:37
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BREAK BREAD BURN FLOWERS TO TEMPT THE TIME
SCABBED SKIN SCRAPED ACROSS THE PAVEMENT
BARE BONE NO HOME TO REST HIS HEAD
DAY FADED AND HE FUCKING HATES IT
MOTHER FUCKER
WASTE DAYS
STAY NUMB TO PASS ON BY
CALLUSED BRAIN REFLECTS IN TATTERED EYES
NO LOVE FOR A WALKING DEAD MAN
A PATH OF VIOLENCE FOR HIS PAINTED RED HANDS
YOU DON'T KNOW ME
SINKING
HE'S FUCKING SINKING AGAIN
AN ADDICT TO SIN
WITH HIS HANDS IN THE DEEP END
BLEEDING
DAZED AND CONFUSED
SELF TIED TO A NOOSE
WHILE IT CUTS OFF HIS BREATHING
BURN
BURN TO THE FUCKING GROUND
SPIT UP THE CANCEROUS LUNG
HIDE FROM THE FUCKING SUN
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SELF LOATHE
00:57
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EAT THE FUCKING GUN, YOU POINT AND YOU RUN
SLANDER THE WAR THAT I'VE BUILT IN MY HEAD
SICK OF MYSELF OR JUST SICK OF IT ALL?
POISON THE MIND TILL IT BREAKS AND IT FALLS
OLD THOUGHTS BLEEDING THROUGH THE SLEEVES AGAIN
PLEASE CRACK MY SKULL ON THE FUCKING CEILING
ANXIETY SEEPING THROUGH WITH MY FAKEST FRIENDS
EVERY DAY ENDS WITH NO FUCKING FEELING
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