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Service Industry
01:28
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Service Industry
Use the service industry
Won't somebody serve me
We'll use ourselves infinitely
We're the driving force behind the wealthy's golden chariots
Victims of the system, self-imprisoned proletariat
Working every day
Barely getting paid
Slaving for tips
They suck you in with cash in hand, but now you're working for the man
Smile painted on
Sing the worker's song
How can I serve you?
Sell yourself to sell your store, you are your employer's whore
You got time to lean
You got time to clean
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2. |
Landmarks
02:10
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No matter how I try
I keep falling down
I lost my feet
When they left the ground
I'm flying high
She's flying low
We're all fucked up
And there's nowhere to go
(As we keep) Riding in circles
Passing familiar landmarks
Where was I going in the first place
Who's with me in this car
No matter how I try
I can't seem to care
I turned blind to life
For my death prepared
I figured out
Everything
Is nothing
Is everything
Where are we going
We're going straight nowhere
What are we doing
We're doing straight nothing
When are we doing it
All of the time
Well alright
Wait up for me
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3. |
Graveyard Creepin
02:57
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Static's blaring in my head, it's getting loud, and it won't stop
So just to turn the volume down, I smoke myself a little pot
It's muted now to keep it off I reach for my bottle of gut-rot
Take a swig and feel the warm, ready to brave the living storm
So I head into the night, and right away they're all in sight
I see their faces, darting eyes, tell their stories and their lies
These sacks of flesh surrounding me, I gotta find a place to breathe
So I head on down to my quiet place
Graveyard Creepin
Hiding among the shadows
I watch people grieve
And I feel nothing
Coated in the darkness now, I'm in the yard free of the crowd
I take a deep breath to my core and slowly let it out
The cold, the void surrounding me, the emptiness that I seek
It's all around me in this place, I climb inside an open grave
Relax my head, I feel at home, I'd rather be left alone
Cuz heavy thoughts weigh me down, I wanna sink into the ground
And let the earth eat its own, let the worms strip the bones
Let the mind slip away into the unknown
Graveyard Creepin
Hiding among the shadows
I watch people grieve
And I feel nothing
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Empty Stare
02:40
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I'm feeling enraged, the world's turning red
Static's so loud, and it's killing my head
Frustration, annoyance, I'm losing my cool
Everything's stupid, and I am too
But I ain't taking no shit at all
No I ain't taking no shit at all
I'll happily watch this whole world fall
But I ain't taking no shit
Vapid and empty, conversation so bland
You talk about such stupid shit, and I just can't understand
Why so many people feel so entitled
The world doesn't owe you shit
I'm sick of it all
So fucking sick of it all
I'll happily watch you dumb fuckers fall
Cuz I'm sick
Everyday I'm trying to be more self-aware
You can see it in the emptiness of my stare
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