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Followed my dreams but seems death and regret,
stay stitched in my mind between depression and sex,
thought love was only physical, my miserable mind,
had me believing my worth was in the hips I could grind,
but I'd find my worth was in a couple of grams,
a petty weed dealer barely touchin' a grand,
chilled with the older dudes and thought I was cool,
cause this life was realer that the topics in the schools,
bottles passed laughing and clouded with smoke,
I stayed shaking that crack smell outta my coat,
Psychopaths staring as they laugh in your face,
Claiming they're hungry as they grabbing your cake,
Not having your back so they stare at you blind,
so better stare in their eyes or they'll tear out your spine,
I suffer while the upper class is calling me filthy,
but fuck if I die cause hungers already killed me
Lost in my psyche while I struggle with demons,
don't know if I'm strong or just numbed to my feelings,
they talk bout profits but we're living with none,
and reflecting through silver spoons a vision of crumbs,
These hunger pains'll test your endurance,
the relaxing with cash while you stress bout insurance,
too stressed 'bout money can't focus in school,
surrounded by rich kids that are hopin' I'll lose,
maybe I'm crazy, or I'm lost in aggression
they're living on handouts while they talk 'bout oppression,
how can you relate when you've never been broke,
but comment on the poor like you're stresses are close,
so I stay mean mugging at the back of the bus,
Capture glances of those who never had it as rough
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from
Burnout Theory,
released September 19, 2017
VOCALS: Lost Moniker
BEAT: Liberal Shimmering
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