Album: How to Fake Your Own Death
Pull pull pull pull pull pull me away
Pull pull pull pull pull pull me away
I’ve been making new shit with my friends
Dissociating from contemporary trends
What’s the point in trying to be like them
Im just trying to be like you and domesticate my lens
I don’t bow to a deity or king
Im a common criminal that never learned how to sing
Cut and paste my dreams so they’re perfectly in sync
Im a happy workaholic I should probably see a shrink
Tricking the world into thinking we’re okay…
Tricking the world into thinking we’re okay…
Pull pull pull pull pull pull me away
Pull pull pull pull pull pull me away
Im in the market for placebo effects
And the best divine intervention this side of Mississippi
I’ll trade the cheat codes to my soul and my city
Been stuck inside my own head so long I need to quit me I talk to myself in public when I need legal advice
And an escape from blabber mouthes that I don’t even like
Still trying to find a way to hide my darkest secrets
Grooming my unibrow so nobody can see it We’ve all been bullied by the box they ship us in Hearts hanging heavy from a collective chagrin
Im pathologically creative cuz I have to be Feeling misunderstood just comes naturally
Im in the market for placebo effects
And the best divine intervention this side of Mississippi
I’ll trade the cheat codes to my soul and my city
Been stuck inside my own head so long I need to quit me Love will always be a hot commodity
No amount of hate can kill kindred camaraderie
Church burning racists deserve to rot alone in isolation
And never get to feel true bliss or loving embraces
This is the united state of Comcast
For the right amount of resources we will bomb back
We live die like it’s an eye for eye contact
Where blind the blind by contract
So distracted by the gadgets attached to our mitts
We spill coffee on our kicks then blame the establishment
I try to block out the psycho babble hoping I forget
Cuz no amount of weed can clean the memories from my head
But it’s okay, I’ve been existing as a ghost
Limiting my needs to self deprecating jokes
So stay sharp, they’ll put a pipeline through your heart
And post date the check til the day of your death…
I’m in the market for placebo effects
And the best divine intervention this side of Mississippi
I’ll trade the cheat codes to my soul and my city
Been stuck inside my own head so long I need to quit me Tricking the world into thinking we’re okay…
Tricking the world into thinking we’re okay…
Tricking the world into thinking we’re okay…
Tricking the world into thinking we’re okay…