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With Sympathy
02:15
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With sympathy deliver your words to the family
Pretending to have any empathy
Pretending to know fucking anything, anything
About a home with a new type of vacancy
About a room with a new type of gravity
Like a violin, a violin cut from a symphony
Your life’s just changed so drastically
And you’re not quite set for a ministry
to come barreling into you tragedy
With a sick sense of some kind of dignity
When you just had a fucking lobotomy
For the love of God don’t pray for me
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Feel Like Shit
02:13
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I feel like fucking shit
Like living ain’t even worth it
Like fucking failure’s the purpose
Like everyone makes me nervous
Like I’m less of a person
Livin’ life like a burden
Still gotta be perfect
Keep calm on the surface
Yeah, I feel like fucking shit
Like my existence is toxic
Like waking up being nauseas
Like going back on a promise
Now I wish I could stop it
(tell me more tell me more)
I fucking wish I could
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Funeral Arrangements
05:08
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The sun came out today
The sun came out just to spite me
I’m hoping tomorrow it’ll cease to be
You can make a garden you can make a grave
You can hold it close and feel it fade away
In the end it’s always gonna be the same
Wake up it’s better off this way
Another night goes by i watch it all replay
Wake up it’s better off this way
I delay I delay I delay
You’re better off this way
Fuck you I’m gonna do it my own way
You’re better of this way
And I don’t wanna wake up I wanna stay asleep
I just got up, I’m all fucked up
Missing messages, phone’s off so shut the fuck up
Here I’ll stay ’til the sun sets in spades
And I can’t count the hours or seconds or days
Not the days or the weeks or the months or the years
’Til time sets behind me the guilt disappears
Because life it’s only getting harder
And the light is only getting darker
Darker, it’s only getting darker
Composure, no promise
Exposure, too often
The closure, subconscious
Enclosure, like coffins
The odor, like vomit
The steeple, the target
The gospel, the gossip
It’s over, just stop it
So we gather, like it matters
Leave in tears, leavin' flowers
Cut the curtains, kill the light
Cash it out, say good night
Say goodbye
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School Drugs New Jersey
Based on a steady diet of 80s hardcore and prescription pills, School Drugs exists somewhere between your initial high and impending purge.
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