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I know the world is not as it seems
Why is everybody always lying to me about
Every vague intention
Misaligned inflections
Why can't you see the worst in me
When all I perceive is every sour word stashed behind your teeth
Conniving conscience buried beneath the cracks in the concrete
This city is a mountain
As you were a monument
To the lies left under my skin
You were a cancer's cough
This city is a coffin for all of my pure thoughts
Both things I've carved out
I've never felt so sick but I do now
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That's My Furby!!!!
03:18
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It's still there
Stuck like a love song in the back of my head
A god I made then stopped believing in
A daydream dying in my jigsaw mind
It's not real, it never was
Maybe by that luck you weren't real either
I'll go auditioning replacements
For the things I don't wanna remember the same way again
I'll go searching for something
To hold meaning
For more than a few months without falling apart
26 years old in a borrowed home
Tired of living with a beggars conscience
There comes a point where recycling lives gets old
So now I spend my days procrastinating ways to hallow out my bones
And finding reasons for always feeling empty
It's not real (It never was)
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