1. |
Machine
02:48
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Medicated labor working to the hum of the machine
Trying not to feel when feeling is what sets us free
Drown in apathy ‘til we can’t see or breathe
Overload our system
And live as though we were
Dead
But I’m free for a moment
In a dream
Free of this pain we all carry
And I see
My path here
Dark and winding
The world is teaching me to grieve and I’ve got nothing left
Murder for power, lie, steal, and don’t look back
Gotta keep what’s real in me and not forget
Hold the fire, but never let it burn you
Away
And I breathe
What doesn’t kill you makes you
Bleed
All alone again
I pick myself
Up
One more time and
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2. |
Round
04:03
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I used to never trust myself
With what I already knew to be true
Climbing out this hole I’m in
Wondering when I’ll
Fall in again
The spinning earth, the tides of ocean
Beginning just as they come to an end
This working of living will break your back
And send you to your knees the minute you stand
I don’t trust when it comes
I don’t feel
That I’m worthy
It’s just the lie that my body tells me
To survive
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3. |
Sabotage
01:42
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Don’t talk to me
I’m freaking out
What else is new?
I’d spend my days buried in a haze
Just to quit you
My mind never rests and
It’s always testing
Got all of these questions
What do I do?
You want what’s hiding in the light
A chance to lose
You want to stay and break away
Well fuck you
I don’t need this
I’m barely dealing
I’m done with feeling
What do I do?
Don’t sabotage me
You’re breaking all my bones
Tearing up inside me
‘til I’m
All alone
How much of me is lived inside?
What else is there?
I’m turning round and round again
Just to get where?
I may be ill but
This culture’s fucked up
And it’ll keep us sick ‘til
We know what to do
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4. |
Something Hurts
03:53
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I hold on
To many things
I don’t believe
Even when I wish that I was
Free of them
I became
What I’m made of
Wasn’t what
I thought it would be
I’m waiting
Waiting for an answer I won’t get
Why do we
Live this way, it never seems to end
I’m waiting
Waiting for an answer I won’t get
Why do we
Live this way, it never seems to end
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5. |
Mania
02:54
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Feeling like a junkie I’m on
Two weeks and counting and I
Can’t stop thinking ‘bout the fucking boredom
Every day of the week
Crooked politicians
Racist prison system
Whiteness and wealth buy freedom
Minor crimes that ruin lives
As power walks away
And it’s
Mania, mania, mania
Mania, mania, mania
Mania, mania, mania
Mania, mania, mania
Children dying locked in cages
Walls are going up
Always try to bite the hand that feeds you
And call it justice
The world is burning all around us
And greed is fanning the flames
Flooding, sickness, and starvation
Will put us in our graves
And it’s
Mania, mania, mania
Mania, mania, mania
Mania, mania, mania
Mania, mania, mania
Wake up
Wake up
We’ve still got time
But not for sleeping
We’ve still got time
But not for sleeping
We’ve still got time
But not for sleeping
We’ve still got time
But not for sleeping
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6. |
Untitled
03:41
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Sometimes I peak my head out
From under all of this doubt
And wonder what I am without it
What the hell am I without it
Sometimes I hate myself and
Wish I could be someone else
It courses through like poison
Makes me stuck and voiceless
It’s pulling down
My body to the ground
And I can’t say
I wanna live to see another day
But the sun comes up and I remain
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7. |
Talking to You
02:06
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Talking to you is the worst thing I can imagine
You’re hitting on me with insults, good for you
You read somewhere it works for dudes
Degrading a girl ‘til she goes home with you but
All I wanna do is kick you in the penis
I’m not very old but I’m getting older by the minute
People like you make me never wanna leave the house
But it’s fucked up for me to miss out on life just because you’re alive
So I’ll suck it up tonight
But when tonight becomes every night there’s a problem
You say, I don’t understand why women get so angry
It’s probably because of all the idiots just like you
It’s not a mystery to us, just a part of life
Trying not to on the daily
Commit homicide
But at least we know we always have tomorrow
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