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51%
02:49
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I laughed at the fortune teller who read my hand
Or did the lines become so twisted after shaking hands with the milkman
Fifty one percent, not less
You can put up with anything else
Fifty one percent, not less
I couldn’t find them
And I don’t think I will
If only just friends
‘cause now I’m convinced I’ll always be alone
Feeling quite comfortable on my own
All attempts are in the past
There’s no one to blame
I was embarrassed of them
I’m still burning with shame
Twisting lines, changing fate
Fucked up fortune, tell her
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2. |
Use Your Mouth
03:00
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i'm fucking glad i got pancreatitis
i'm fucking glad that i'm full of disease
yeah i'm so fucking happy there's no need to explain
this straight edge bullshit again
you find me caring too much
for my health and my wellness
i find you're butting in and causing me more pain
and if you still don't know
which word should be dropped from your fucking mouth
use your brain
i'm not the smartest one you met
but i say
i'm ok
i'm ok
i'm alright
you are not
you don't even know how to use your mouth
i'm ok
i'm ok
i'm alright
you are not
for some reason you're trying to impose your lifestyle
soon we'll be dead
stay the protagonist of your book, keep your eyes straight ahead on it
don't say i can feel what you feel
if these pages are hard to get
and you don't meen it for real
why do i get sick
when people think they're better than me
definitely not because of their dubious prosperity
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3. |
Just Mercy
02:34
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seeking justice where are you gonna go?
seeking justice where are you gonna go?
when the location
of the arrival to your nation
has defined you
like a mockingbird
the answer to the "why?" will never be heard
there's no use looking for someone to help you
the reality of genes is your cross to bear all through life
your curse, your burden
even if your thoughts are pure
it can't be erased
you’ll be dragged through the mire
dragged through the mud
"why should I suffer?"
nobody sees what you are keeping inside
and what still guides you
biometrics and IDs
tell them more than all this shit
what should we do with such a rotten system?
so many broken lives because of it
we need some guts, not leaders
to change the world
we've had enough bleeders
to change the world
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4. |
Hello, Insomnia
02:58
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At five to five, I'm still awake
At five to five, all tends to fake
As much money's on my memory card
As many words in my head
I'm wondering around from bed to bed
In my sleep
Like a fractal sound
Blood shot cry
I can't close my eyes
Even pills don't work
I'm tired of trying
Feeling this nonsense
In a hopeless moment
Hello, insomnia
At five to five, I'm still awake
At five to five, all tends to fake
Walking up and down to kill the time
Stuck inside the staircase
Let me off this ride
I'm waiting for the end
There's no more rhyme
To explane to a sleepless mind
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