1. |
||||
Serotonin and dopamine scarce
Blame imbalance of chemicals for faintheartedness
The glass is half full, but half full of piss
No way on earth I can settle, settle for this
Small victory
Big, big loss
Breed apathy
Harden as ballerina's toes
Desensitized, unaware
But kinda jealous you still care
Small victory
Big, big loss
Hard as ballerina's toes!
Hold my head down, drown me in happiness
Let bubbles of bliss rise to the surface
But the land is dried by the sun, the sun of emptiness
That melts down rocks made of hope, dreams and provisional happiness
Small victory
Big, big loss
Breed apathy
Harden as ballerina's toes
Desensitized, unaware
But kinda jealous you still care
Small victory
Big, big loss
Hard as ballerina's toes!
|
||||
2. |
||||
Nothing, nothing to brag about
Weak attempt, badly planned and poorly carried out
...and I am nothing... if not a mess
I am a bride in a torn-up wedding dress
Razed… and built from the debris
Raze the shrine to mediocracy
The dust settled and the smoke cleared
The air reeks of failure and cringe
The congregation stands in awe
of something so monumentally average
...and I am nothing if not a mess
I am a bride in a torn-up wedding dress
Razed… and built from the debris
Raze the shrine to mediocracy
I am nothing if not a mess
I am a bride in a torn-up wedding dress
Shrine to mediocracy!
|
||||
3. |
Night Shift Monomania
03:45
|
|||
Last thought of the day and first one when I'm awake
A labor camp... with a toilet break
You don't do this if you're happy
You don't do this if you're scared
You don't do it if you just like it
You don't do it if you care... about anything else
Ceiling's burning, insomnia
Night shift monomania
You don't do it if you're content
I'm being the cricket to your ant
Total effort and time spent
Can pay the dues but will not pay the rent!
Night shift monomania
Night shift monomania
Deprivation of sleep, I have standards to keep
Night shift monomania
|
||||
4. |
Failing as an Adult
03:40
|
|||
Aspiration gave to stagnant mind
Expectation level declined
Disappointment threshold increased
But I didn't quit high school for this
Sleeping, sleeping on my feet [ Don't test well, I don't test well ]
Snoring, snoring down the street [ Don't test well, I don't test well ]
Dreaming that I'll figure it out [ Don't test well, I don't test well ]
And the focus narrowed, without the doubt…
Fail to thrive, sell short
All in all failing as an adult
Advice ignored by default
Failing as an adult
Fake busy, faking interest [ Don't test well, I don't test well ]
Fake nodding at its best [ Don't test well, I don't test well ]
Disguised poorly into grown-up [ Don't test well, I don't test well ]
Pure luck I even left the nest
Fail to thrive, sell short
All in all failing as an adult
Advice ignored by default
Failing as an adult
Fail to thrive, sell short
All in all failing as an adult
For parenting – an insult
Failing as an adult
|
||||
5. |
Feral Fun
04:37
|
|||
Grow a pair
Let's move into the woods
Maybe we'll find peace there
In the stomachs of the wolves
Burn the bridges
Trample on the deal
Flint to strike a fire,
Blade to kill a meal... and kill we will!
No hippie nonsense, let's move into the woods
Feral fun!
No hippie nonsense, just moving to the woods
Swallowed by the earth, scorched by the sun
Check
Check and double-check
Don't leave your footprints in the mud
Cause they will want to take us back
Maybe we'll find peace in the stomachs of the beasts
Maybe we'll find peace in the stomachs of the beasts
Maybe we'll find peace in the stomachs of the beasts
Maybe we'll find peace in the stomachs of the beasts
Feral fun!
Well, it's an option...
|
||||
6. |
Son of a Grinder
04:03
|
|||
Midlife angst didn't pay off at all
This is a self-indulging sonic abuse
No monetary incentive tainted the soul
Just the train of beers, pizzas and precious reviews
Dig for pussea
Make shiny new friends
Claw for peer validation
Nah, strictly riffage and rants!
Midlife angst didn't pay off at all
This is a self-indulging sonic abuse
As cruel as kids and volatile as truce
Mean as a drunk, bright like the future, counter as culture and tight as a noose
I'm saying I'm not losing faith!
I am the son of a grinder
I'm not losing faith!
…and I would have done it for less
I'm not losing faith!
This is a friendly reminder... not a complaint
It is an ode to the stubbornness
|
||||
7. |
The Wailer
04:29
|
|||
There's a guy with no legs selling used porn mags
And there's a guy so fat he can't get out of bed
There're little girls traded for cattle
And 12-year-olds that are trained for battle
Cancer patients bald and weak
There are people losing limbs right as we speak
...and you... you...
Wail like the day you were born
There are women getting taped... tied getting raped
There are towns blown to bits and there are people under bricks
There're some fools underground, they are wasting time on this sound
There are straight guys doing gay porn
...and you...
Wail like the day you were born
And then on the other hand
For none of that, you are to blame
From where you stand
The main star should wear your name
Just cause they have it worse doesn't mean you don't hurt
Just cause they have it worse doesn't mean you don't hurt
Just cause they have it worse doesn't mean you don't hurt
Just because they have it worse doesn't mean you don't hurt
So wail like the day you were born!
|
||||
8. |
Flirting with Nihilism
03:30
|
|||
9. |
Quench
03:15
|
|||
We should get out less
We should get out less
Let's stink up this sunless place
We should get out less!
How can fire and thirst be quenched with this residue?!
I keep forgetting people are the worst
…and I should know cause I am people too
We should get out less
Get out less
We should get out less
Let's stink up this sunless place...
...and burn through that
...and empty these
They fixed the Net...
Tonight the great indoors aim to please
We should get out less
We should get out less
Let's stink up this sunless place
We should get out less!
Nejdem nikud!
Let's burn through that and empty these
They fixed the Net, tonight the great indoors aim to please
|
||||
10. |
Oozing Optimism
04:23
|
|||
I keep forgetting people
Keep forgetting events
Keep forgetting conversations, alive and intense
I keep forgetting the obvious, that may make one feel little better;
Time will come when none of this, none of this will matter
There is good news for those who like bad news
A sweet win for those set to lose
There is good news for those who like bad news
A chant for those who sing the blues
The perfect end to a perfect waste of time
The perfect end to a perfect waste of time
The perfect end to a perfect waste of time
The perfect end to a perfect waste of time
The perfect end to a perfect waste of time
The perfect end to a perfect wait
|
Kevlar Bikini recommends:
If you like Kevlar Bikini, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp