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Supersonic
02:14
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Dive in
Kill me slowly
Spread the ashes
Right upon me
Cold feet and a heart of stone
As far as I’m concerned
You promised I’m the only one
Some days I wish
I was still part of the game
Other days I wish
I never even knew your fucking name
Called your name
Seven times
As I drove home the other night
Told myself I’m fine
Sedated by your flawless lines
Dive in
Kill me slowly
Spread the ashes
Right upon me
Slow ride
You don’t know me
Every teardrop
Save it for me
I get this vibe each time I’m
Way too roused too sleep
Your rope around my neck
It feels so real to me
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2. |
Can't Stop
01:54
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Can’t stop this
Won’t stop this
Can’t stop this
You won’t stop this
Fast cars, gold bars
Never impressed me much
Your status symbols are as pointless
As the war on drugs
Get a job, get a wife
Love my life from 9 to 5
Burn out at 35 alright
Always trying their best to keep you down
Broken system, broken dreams
As if you knew what’s best for me
Truth appears to those who seek
Still I can’t hide
That sinking feeling that
Keeps me up at night
I’m not alright
Looking for a fight
But I’ve lost it long ago
When I was born into a world
Of crooks and thieves
Running out of time
To make my choice for who
I’ll slave away my time
I’m not alright
I’ll never be like you
I’d rather kill myself
than be one of your kind
I’m not alright
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3. |
Nobody
01:42
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Nobody smiles like you do
Will always have me coming back to you
Who knew that you would wash away
All this weight
you’re the torch that lights my way
So much brighter than the fireworks we watched Memorial Day
With you I’ll stay
Get high to pass the time
The only thing that I wanted
was to make you mine
Just like a nervous lucid dream
that I can’t forget
Just like a Joyce Manor song
Forever in my head
The next day I try
To make things right
The only thing that I wanted
Was to call you mine
Just like a precious little thing
you can’t stop looking at
Just like a Bukowski poem
Forever in my head
Life’s a drag
Don’t ignore
Things you’ve been
Fighting for
Life’s a drag
You’ve been sore
Trust me there’s
So much more
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4. |
Tools Will Be Tools
02:23
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Head high
Knowledge low
Against it all but go with the flow
No matter how true you pretend to be
Those values that you preach
Are just a cloak for ignorance and
Ego trips
And by the way what’s the point in thinking all your talking will keep this long-lost ship from sinking
In your world there’s just yes or no
Claim that you’re against it all
But still go with the flow
The darkest of times
They’re here no doubt
And it’s people like you who make sure
That they’re still around
It’s just another fist fight
One that shapes our lives
Some days you win
Others you lose
Good things they come in fives
I am a blank fist
One that knocks you down
And that’s the reason why you wish that I was not around
There is a place in hell for people just like you
Pure disgust for privileged white kids
Who think they’ve been through it all
Pure disgust for privileged white kids who think they’re the center of the world
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5. |
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Back to the source of it all
You know there’s some things that I wish
That you never ignored
You know I’ve been through it all
Been left out
Been jaded
Torn out and so frustrated
Trust me there’s things you don’t know
Screwed
You held me up
Wanted every second just to be the way
You turned it all around
In your mind
Thought that I was someone
Who would just look past the fact
that you’re a snake
I want this
You want this
Been jaded
Frustrated
Put it all down they said
Let it all out they said
You’ll never feel this way
Ever the same again
I’ve been up that hill
I’ve climbed it twice
So could you please take a second
To appreciate my price
Just so you know
My game is strong
And there’s no place for a snide who only
Tries when I’m not home
Get back and hold your distance
Because when you’ll realize that I’m gone
You’re gonna fucking miss this
So load that glock and take your shot
It’s the only bullet left
In your magazine of
grief and disbelief
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6. |
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Today’s been fine
I’ll put you down
Until you can’t deny
I’ll put you down till you’re
One step closer
Almost falling off the edge
So everyone you know
Will get to know
Your ugly second face
I guess
A day that you’ll never forget
You always take what you want
You are the devil in disguise
Who always crawls and begs and tries
I guess you’re bluffing
Know you’re nothing
Still pretending that you’re something
You’re a waste of time
The one who always just complains
And never even tries
My life is one big fight
I’ve spent so many hours trying to
Find out why I hate myself
More than everybody else
Don’t need a fucking yuppie waster
In my life ruining my days I guess
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7. |
Silver Spoon
02:23
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I’ve got a knife up my sleeve
Used it in my dreams
No need to scream
To be like this
Just be like this
Desperate to see
The way it used to be
When there was still
Something to hold on
This world is full
Of anger, greed, hypocrisy
Your silence speaks volumes
Its nothing less than an
Approval for greed
There’s no excuse
Life’s always been like this
We’re too smart to ignore
To be like this
To live like this
To just heed, give in
I’d kill myself
To prove to them
It’s not what it seems
And all those things you didn’t do
They’ll haunt you in your sleep
Another night
Another day
A Puppet on a string
Won’t you set me free?
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8. |
Join the Cult
03:08
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The things you want
And things you do
Are just two different pairs of shoes
All over you
Try to make the most of it
Get over it
But there’s always something new
That holds you back
Because in life there’s things you want
And things you do
No matter what they say to you
You know it’s true
Because if you want something bad
Then all you have
To do is choose your path
The one that you won’t regret
Waking up
Feeling blue
There’s this pain
In your chest
Overthinking everything
Until it doesn’t make any sense
Dedicate
To every breath that you take
To everything you do
Convince yourself that it’s true
And if you demonstrate
That you won’t take on this fate
The only thing that will stand in your way
Is yourself
I’ve made plans in my head
Dreams that I have left unsaid
No matter how long this will take
I swear one day I’ll rest my head
With the certainty of knowing that
I’ve made an impact
Because there’s days
Darker days
That you wish you could erase
Because when you’ll never find a purpose
In the point you’re trying to make
You’ll lose hope in what
You once stood for
Break out that cage you’re locked in
Tear down the walls that haunt you
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9. |
Wicca
03:01
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Did you know
I’ve been low
Been trying to find a new soul
Just something to hold
To keep me joyful and warm
I’ll bury it deep
Under the trees on my street
To keep a part of you with me
I can’t believe I’ve never warned you
You can’t deny you’ve always wanted to
Stood for change
Now all you seem to do is
Charm the strange
You’ve had your share
You’ve ruined it all
Still you don’t seem to care
You want this
I want this
I know you’ll hate me for this
Did you know
I’ve been low
Been hiding deep in a hole
Three days in a row
Been waiting for you to show
I’ll bury you deep under the
Trees on my street
For nobody else to see
Standing on the edge I think of words
that I will put on my tombstone
The boy that you’ve been knowing
Since forever got in too deep all alone
Smoked a cig at the corner at 5th
I made a wish that we would always be like this
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10. |
All the Same
02:55
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Every good word that I remember
Seems too old and weak and
I’ll surrender to your furious hatred
I’ll leave you
Leaving you drowning in your attitude
Little do you know
About consciousness at all
Take a look around yourself
Take a look in the mirror
You’ll never see clearer
Goodbye is the easy way
And there’s nothing I could say
When common sense is just ignored
The damage is yours
Pack my bags and leave this place
We’re moving at a different pace
Next time I’ll see your smackhead face
I’ll act like I don’t know your name
You’ve only got yourself to blame
I know it makes you sick
You’re all the same
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