1. |
PULSE
03:56
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hello world
i dont know what its like out here
but its gettin kinda dark and i wanna go home
but i dont want to be alone
its getting hazy
just like im suffocating
i wanna run out the door
and scream at every motherfucker and say "hey hey hey"
look at my face
im now in a place
in a time in a moment in a space
just where i want to be
i see the people
those merry little people
if i close my eyes i see
the laughter and the gossip and the jealousy
but fuck, if i could
i'd go live on a farm and never come back
i dont wanna be the one to have to say it
but we are the fucking virus
and we're running out of time
i wanna please you
i wanna seize the day with you
drink out of your heart
hear the beat go bumbumbumbum
im going nowhere
i wanna be somewhere
with a purpose with a matter to have
i wanna be someone with a goddamn soul
i wonder what the ocean is like
i hear the waves, as soft as your voice
im sick of the noise
im fucking tired
of the segragation, degradation and the hate
but fuck god and peace and everything
its getting hazy
its like im suffocating
want to run in your arms, and just hold you tight
because theres no better place like home
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2. |
CAVING IN
02:29
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i cant speak, i cant breathe
the grip on my heart is too heavy
cant find the words, its too loud
cant just be me, i have to get out
word to christ, we're all dying
this place is far too confining
the words are wrong, i cant hear
my soul is consumed with fear
the torture, the pain, i cant believe what i am seeing
the laceration, the horror, i cannot bear what im being
control me, control you, im in a room filled with hate
despite freedom and honor, youre driving me insane
this place is made out of plastic
our lives are so damn fabricated
we're jaded, we stay medicated
we stay comfortable and so fucking shaded
we're so fucking shameless and so damn cynical
we hear honesty but its filled with lies
we are so much more than just equal
we are hate fucking the hive mind
the torture, the pain, i cant believe what i am seeing
the laceration, the horror, i cannot bear what im being
control me, control you, im in a room filled with hate
despite freedom and honor, youre driving me insane
god please be the only one who can understand me
i wish not others hurt, why cant you fucking hear me
i see that youre seething with rage i cannot see
is it me or is it you youre driving me insane
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3. |
THAT'S RICH
03:20
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scattered thoughts, a distant place
few words come to mind in such a place
radio blaring green day music
psychobabble pseudointellectual musings
im livin on an avenue
propagandic, trivial news
lately ive been hearin a voice in my head
and it sounds like he wants me dead
we have to be here, have to live here
have to exist, have to breathe here
with cretins, midgets of the state
smudging their garbage on society
with their fat dollar bills and the run of the mills
and the anti middle fingers, the disconnected
but what will we do if they dont run us
we will figure it out because we are people
im livin on an avenue
propagandic, trivial news
lately ive been hearin a voice in my head
and it sounds like he wants me dead
what do you mean you cant hear me
my words are spoken crystal clearly
"i dont hear it, youre much too vulgar
cant understand, im so much older"
what does it matter, im a human being too
turn off your brain if it doesnt suit you
im shootin the shit, im gettin fucky with it
im shootin the shit, i really really dig it
what does it mean, whats it to you
it doesnt matter yet, the songs just over
maybe one day we can all speak out loud
and be heard without the noise
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4. |
ASSHOLE
02:15
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i dont want to, wanna be here anymore
i dont want to, wanna be here anymore
i dont want to, wanna be here anymore
i dont want to, wanna be here anymore
i hate this place, but mainly im sick of you
you take away the fun, make it all about you
youre such a fragile smile, and you make me wanna puke
and thats no good, so why dont you just fucking go
i dont want to, wanna be here anymore
(sick of you starin at me)
i dont want to, wanna be here anymore
(i dont know who's more confused, is it you or is it me)
i dont want to, wanna be here anymore
(suicidal tendencies almost feel like a dream)
i dont want to, wanna hear anymore
nothin seems worth it, it seems like everything i do
was made just to be a "please-tease" for you
i hate to ruin your day, but im done
hate to make you beg and plead, but im through
hate breeds love
love breeds hate
i aint good enough
i dont want to, wanna be here anymore
(sick of you starin at me)
i dont want to, wanna be here anymore
(i dont know who's more confused, is it you or is it me)
i dont want to, wanna be here anymore
(suicidal tendencies almost feel like a dream)
i dont want to, wanna hear anymore
i hate this place, but mainly im sick of you
you take away the fun, make it all about you
youre such a fragile smile, and you make me wanna puke
and thats no good, so why dont you just fucking go
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5. |
dusk
02:26
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nothing
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6. |
caving in
03:17
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7. |
hektic
03:12
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booghghghghghghghgghghghghghg
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SCAGBILLIES Lakewood, Colorado
i am a singular person making music for this "entity"? project? band? call it whatever you want. it's music.
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