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Livin' The Lie
02:57
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Living our best lives onborrowed money.
He's the graduate paying for prosperity.
Working for free financing future poverty.
What a time to be alive.
Livin' the lie.
Price tag yourself.
Everyone has worth.
She's no slave but law dictates she must give birth.
What doesn't kill her will give her cancer.
She's choking on questions no one will answer.
What a time to be alive.
Livin' the lie.
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2. |
Brainlift
03:35
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I'm not you.
I'm not even me.
Every night I sleep I wake up spitting teeth.
I want to run but I'm a house fire burning to the ground.
I want to be free from me.
These days drag behind me like rusted chains.
I'm my own captor.
I'm my own slave.
Break my back.
I'm saddle worn.
I'm whip crack. Whip crack.
Circle navigator circumventing mediors.
Moving forwards whilst looking back.
I've seen my chances past and I've been ok with that.
For fear of choosing, fear of losing what I have.
An empty life where nothing is worth the stretch to grab.
These days drag behind me like rusted chains.
I'm my own captor.
I'm my own slave.
Break my back.
I'm saddle worn.
I'm whip crack. Whip crack.
Circle navigator circumventing mediors.
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MWI
02:36
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Morning savers and a mantra.
My day starts sitting in the shower.
The life you preach and the life I lead.
A 5K run and some yoga.
I'm thankful if I make it to my sofa.
All you're rhetoric... I'm apathetic.
The only thing I stand for is the line at the bar.
My favourite cause to give to is your tip jar.
I'll drink myself into oblivion because I won't fit the shoes you're wearing.
Write out your favourite existential quote:
"I can't go on... So I won't".
My best days are your worst.
You fill you're life with things like somethings missing.
The only thing I want is to be present.
All you're rhetoric! I'm apathetic.
The only thing I stand for is the line at the bar.
My favourite cause to give to is your tip jar.
I'll drink myself into oblivion because I won't fit the shoes you're wearing.
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The Pull
04:23
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None of this feels right.
It's like I'm haunting myself - A poltergeist closing all of the open doors.
Like waking up from a dead sleep trying to shake off what I can't see.
Is it light where you are yet because I can't see past the darkness.
I know I'm not right.
Nothing's ever right but can you tell me otherwise.
I don't want to fight it off
I don't get drunk anymore.
I just get sad.
I pour my woes to the top of the glass and drink it back.
Dumbing down to turn up trying to slow down just to keep up.
Am I here in the light yet because I can't see past the darkness.
I know I'm not right.
Nothing's ever right but can you tell me otherwise.
I don't want to fight it off
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