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LIfe is a Buildup
01:53
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Life is a buildup
Nothing fucking matters, man, it's all a joke
So roll it, lick it, light it, have yourself a toke
Cuz all the the things you care about are mirrors and smoke
What a funny joke
Life is a buildup
God is a comedian and he's laughing at you
If you believe in heaven, then the devil's laughing too
Words like hope and faith only make me scoff
That light at the end is just your brain turning off
Life is a buildup to fucking nothing
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This and That
01:47
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Hospitals, blue sedan, suicide, Oh man
When will god and Jesus come and save me
From this and that, all the monotony
Moonlight, private mind, pack of lies, sidewalk solitude
When will god and Jesus come and save me
From this and that, all the monotony
And I don't know if I will be here tonight
And I can't tell if I have ever seen the light, Oh, no
Panicking, running, and dying on empty
Don't give a fuck when I unload my gun
Into my face, I'm losing my place, the spazoid of the human race
Suicide or life in prison
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When you feel like falling down
A plague would be alright
When the sun will burn you at night
A plague would be alright
Human beings hardly removed from machines
A plague would be alright
I remember a day in December when I broke free from the holidays
Santa got arrested with a 40 and an AK doing drive-bys in his sleigh
I feel like I'm lost
I feel like I'm lost inside my existence
I feel like I'm lost
I feel like I'm lost inside my
Brave new world coming down and gravitate to the new sound
TV shows and movies to avoid the tragic
We've seen god, so now we believe in magic
Suburban box land Jesus, build a world and destroy it for no reason
And the light's fading out in the end
Thought I'd lose my fucking mind as I lose my fucking friends
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The world is over, there's no more hope
The cell phone junkies need another swipe to cope
While everyone's consumed with their feed and their drinks
It gives me time to sit back and think
How the nothing is so pointless
So rest in peace
Cry out loud into the dismal darkness
Chant the song it's the sorrow of the meek
Mouth full of cancer
No sufficient answer
The world is more than it seems
Life is death, a bullet to the chest
Running around here like I'm strung out on meth
Laugh out loud if you know my name
Cuz I'm the King of the Living Strange
Strategizing how to make a point, contemplate life and death
Burn another one down and live in existential doubt
Cuz the world seems nice until you bite into the apple and the maggots have taken over
Hope is gone with the wind, like your childhood dreams
Cuz now you're just another cog in their machine
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