1. |
I Met You
04:04
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I hear your call
In the back of my mind
Can't ignore it anymore
I run the deeds
To feel your touch
As dirty as the floor I lay on
But sometimes you're there
And oh when you are
You got all of my attention
It's a funny fall
Cuz the times you fail
Are such painful disappointments
'Till you're out, 'till you're out
Through the water, through the pipes
And I'm left there on the toilet
Forever on withdrawals
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2. |
Nothing
05:38
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I am addicted to nothing
I can do nothing all day
I wake up in the evening and I lay 'till it’s bed time again
Stop me from feeding my dreams of the days when I’ll do more
The doctor tells me it’s the ninth time I’ve been here today
But I took them all at once, and I just came back for more
I am addicted to nothing
I can do nothing all day
It goes up in my nostrils and strains the receptors in my brain
I will keep pushing the shit right where it was before
My cortex tells me it’s the ninth time my cock’s bled today
But I rubbed them all at once and I can’t stop anymore
Today I smoked a whole pack of pills, much more than I can swallow
And then I itched myself to the top more times than I can count
And then I fumbled through the ashtray to find more dreams than I could follow
I lay myself to sleep hoping that tomorrow I'll do more than today
I am addicted to nothing
I can do nothing all day
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3. |
(M)
06:40
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Your fuzz has got me babe
But there’s a men on a white coat between us
I can’t seem to find you on the streets at night
Tell me where to go cause you know that i’ve never learned those things
No i’ve never learned those things
i only want to see your tears
But none of the flower shops sells milk
Whatever M makes you do
She'd do it for you
When I let her into my pipes
I feel so fucking special
And so would you
I'm dumpster diving, babe
Cause theres a whole foreing alphabet waiting for you to play
i take a trip to thailand in vain to see all the green man and their strains
But i still recall your face
i can still recall your face
They say our history’s to blame
Wars for the safety of our race
Evolution can make you bend your knees
Whatever M makes you do
She'd do it for you
When I let her into my pipes
I feel so fucking special
And so would you
You need some M too
We all need our mommies and her tits
Its evolution and biology
You and me there are no frictions
No bars held you’re my addiction
i cant move without your touch
Know for sure you don’t misjudge
i know you there are no frictions
Know myself you’re my addiction
You know me without a touch
In your eyes see no disgust
You and me there are no frictions
No bars held you’re my addiction
i cant live without your sludge
You know me i don’t misjudge
i know you there are no frictions
Know myself you’re my addiction
You know me without a touch
In your eyes see no disgust
You know me
i know you
You know me
You know me
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4. |
Permanent Brain Damage
05:12
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I can see you on the shore from here
You don’t know my gates are open
To welcome the ones you look down upon
Fuzzed out people wasting lives in caves
Little people living little lives
Little people living little lies
Under your hungry eyes
Under your prying eyes
A crack in the sky a light from above
Redemption for you but sin for us
You are the shadows on the shore
Gazing upon hell’s door
Little people living little lives
Little people living little lies
Under your hungry eyes
Under your prying eyes
All the light can’t make you see the reflections of stalactites over our heads, falling all the time
Piercing minds piercing needles piercing lives, stalactites over our heads all the time piercing needles piercing minds
You are little piercers of living minds
You are little people minding little lies
Over intoxicated eyes
Over incarcerated lives
Fathers and mothers
Hovering above our rotting flesh
Jerking off to the fall of humankind
Black semen stains the ocean corpse
It’s a long drop
But one you cannot stop
We live for the filth
We grow until we rot
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5. |
The Fuzz
05:30
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I can't tell you how I feel
'cause how I feel you can’t process
I cant tell you how I feel
'cause when I deal there’s nothing left
You can’t pick up the pieces
You don’t want to muddle through the feces
Of my digestive tract
I can't tell you how I feel
'cause how I feel you can’t process
I cant tell you how I feel
'cause when I deal there’s nothing left
You know I’m pretty disgusting
So why do you insist
On taking a little peek
I can't tell you how I feel
'cause how I feel you can’t process
I cant tell you how I feel
'cause when I deal there’s nothing left
'cause when I deal there’s nothing left
How could you look and fail to see
The introverted child in me
Would soon become a fucking addict
You looked and you failed to see
That the child inside of me
Would soon become
A fucking addict
I can't tell you how I feel
'cause how I feel you can’t process
I can't tell you how I stare
'cause how I stare you can’t process
I can't tell you how I sit
'cause how I sit you can’t process
I can't tell you how I stand
'cause how I stand you can’t process
I can't tell you how I eat
'cause how I eat you can’t process
I can't tell you how I sleep
'cause how I sleep you can’t process
And yet you looked and looked
And looked and looked
Yes you looked, and failed to see
That the child inside of me
Nurtured, loved, well cared for
Now a fucking addict
Just leave me alone
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6. |
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Five o'clock
Finally time for some food
She's trying to go again
Do my best to keep her here
Cigarette after cigarette
Where are you, asthma?
Make me stop or I'll eat the butts
Where are you, asthma?
Sunny outside but it's cold in here
If food is tasteless, does it make me fat?
'Cause I've tried it all
And the pills, the haze, the cane they're just tired of me
So let me light the next one
Cigarette after cigarette
Where are you, asthma?
Make me stop or I'll eat the butts
Where are you, asthma?
Just another day, just another cigarette
Somehow, somehow, I need somehow to breath
Somehow, I need to be free
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7. |
I Have No Control
04:28
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I feel this pitch black energy
It’s taking control
It fills my chest so warmly
It empties my soul
Creeping up inside of me
It is my master, oohh
It’s making me cold (repeat)
People pass me by the street
They’re all ghosts
A scent swirls up my cavities
The scent of no hope
There’s this high pitched noise I hear
It is my master, oohh
I have no control
i have no control over my body, over my mind
i have no control over my body, over my soul
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