Fire and Graves
by Bastard Cut· from The Philty Demo
I try not to be afraid of things i can't control like myself. There seems to be an ever-present weight i cannot roll of my chest. I make problems every day to try and solve along the way With fleeting hope that something makes sense But nothing adds up to what it's made of I know the words i'm singing may come off a little cold, shallow and vain It's just i'm sick and tired of hearing songs that only describe things in terms of fire and graves (BING!) It makes a lot of sense to fear life way more than daaa-eee-aaaa-eeee-aathhh. Or maybe its neurotic ramblings of one fed up and sorry fucking soul. Who's sick of watching the other side take first place evertime i'm in the race. And all the lies we tell ourselves and others creating outershells. Fake tanned, fucked up, baptized, cock-sucked, eyes closed open mouth. I know you have got your theory but you leave no room for me and my way and i am sick and tired of seeing people speak and act like they just rolled out of their caves. It makes a lot of sense to fear life way more than death. Or maybe it's neurotic ramblings of one fed up and sorry fuckin' soul.