Persuaded, A swinging watch puts me to sleep
in an attempt to breach my deepest memories, but
I've made it impossible to read, security blankets and armor on to
protect me from all the hatred and animosity.
Seems there's people who'd rather see me suffering.
Creative, more than most will be. Tree bleeding from the roots stems and seeds of jealousy.
Jaded, nothing's new or cool to me. It's either boring or lacking originality.
But they play it, ad nauseum monotony, dulling the art form by over saturating.
I've weighed it, options presented to me, seems what the world needs is some therapy.
As it faded, it sang a song to me. Worded so perfectly, enchanting melody
Debated, so good at arguing, not until we get what we want will we ever be happy.
So say it, what we're all thinking, if you have more dollars than sense will soon be someone else's money.
Interrogated, unnecessary questioning, your dramatic effects are no longer intimidating.
They've raided, stole my identity. Another version of me, initiate anarchy.
The proceeds of this extensive compilation of punk and rock go towards the healthcare costs of beloved musician Dan Wild-Beesley. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 21, 2017