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lyrics
I know a bit
about this nothing I've been living in
and I know a little bit
about my stock in the war
I know my negligence is freedom and I can't seem to find love
in any group of faces placed by luck or design
it doesn't matter what side you're on
cause the other is wrong
and the television filters its violent art
and my baby girl, she can't leave the bed at all
these fucking kids pop pills for recreational thrills
and she doesn't have the money for prescription fills
I guess we'll take the blame
for ruining a place we've never been
as long as you take the blame
for making right the new wrong
cause life's just closing and restoring the same four applications
my words are writing themselves
void of human nature
I can hurt who I choose
the internet says I'm never wrong
and I'm terrified if I leave my phone at home
the fucking world will and end no one would ever know
it seems easier to highjack a plane
then for any of us to love
or to give a fuck
so speak up
and be distinct
use every syllable
so the modem can think
it's unamerican if it's contrite
the reaper only takes us for the Facebook likes
and she can't cum without consent from the government
love is treasonous because there's no money in it
all the crosses that we've placed in the ground are engulfed in flames
and we wonder why the earth is the same
my predictive text says that I'm sorry, so
although we're streaming live, I have to go
emotions buffering
movement's slow
we have never been more alone
so give up
should I give up?
credits
released March 23, 2020
Written and recorded by Tim Burke