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Barely Dead
01:37
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I don't know why but I always need something, I can't sit still but my body is aching.
I spend my time hanging around, dead on my feet, head in the clouds,
And apathy constrains me here, I feel used up.
The one good thing that's keeping me going, she gives me love like cigarette smoke.
I pour myself another drink, it keeps my head from trying to think, cause I don't want to feel burnt out, I'm not used up.
I'm barely dead yet
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Bug
01:38
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've got a sick feeling in my gut that never seems to go away,
I drink it down, it creeps back up, tells me I'm fucked, the little bug is here to stay.
I've got the bug.
My hands shake and I drip cold sweat, puts me on my back, lying in bed waiting for death, can't stand the thought of outside now, it's made me weak, stuck in here racing round my head.
I've got the bug.
Tried to kill it with medicine, it just got mad at everything, started to buzz round in my brain, scratching from inside again, said everybody's against me, told it I think I agree, now I'm twisted and a mess, seems like I was right to obsess.
I've got the bug.
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Downer
03:50
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Don't know what's the matter with you, you say stuff like this all the time, thought we'd started to get along, now I want to leave you behind, I can't keep on hanging round with you, you're worse than what I first thought, and I don't think we can pull it back, it's gone too far.
Tiny brain that's filled with hate, tells you loads of dumb stuff to think, then you pass it onto me, it makes me see that you must be sick, something tells me to hate you, and you deserve everything you get, but for now I'll just pretend I never heard a word you said.
It's too late for you to change but there's just enough time for me to get away.
I really can't stand being round you cause you only have evil things to say.
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