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Bitter Drink
05:16
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I hate myself and I wanna die.
More now than I have through times before.
Getting through's no longer my design.
Skeletons for too long, I've ignored.
Chorus
Bitter drink sustaining what's not there.
Hazy smoke to block out all the glare.
Pills to pin me down, make me aware,
all memories, and dreams, and ghosts, sit and stare.
All I knew has rotten inside out.
Maggots in my head, they gnaw away.
Jade green, I can't smile, I'm full of doubt.
Just say you're leavin' now, do not stay.
Chorus
Bridge
Thursday afternoon is here again.
I'm lookin' off, I'm lookin' off.
Lose myself to sun, shadow and sand.
I'm lookin' off, I'm lookin' off.
I hate myself and I wanna die.
Makes sense I guess that you'd hate me.
Crash, burn, in a wreck, that's my design.
Pray the day comes soon that I am free.
Chorus
Bridge/Outro
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Don't have much time, gotta write some words down.
Hands move, tick tock, then the sun's in the ground.
I want to die, what I often think now.
Got no control, see no way not no how.
Chorus
Cause other people have their problems, and they got excuses too.
They always got their reason ready, so now it's all up to you.
Don't think I have the patience for it, think it's time to move along.
Don't wanna waste my time here talkin,' not my problem that you're wrong
Too tired, don't care, gonna skip and sleep in.
Spit up my guts, antacid and espresso spins.
Class out, drive home, need a beer before I get to work.
Impulse, sadness, wash away inside the murk.
It's my problem, and I know you don't care.
Too bad I guess, seems it all goes nowhere.
Monetize me, we'll starve my words ain't shit.
My debt stacked high, can't play to Hell with it.
Chorus
Bridge
Economic juggernaut no
time for peace, no place for progress.
If you think you feel strong now,
I'll beat you down until you're lifeless.
To Hell with music, and everyone that likes it!
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I'm so tired, my bones and joints ache.
Thank God soon I won't be awake.
I got a place to stay tonight.
Got me some whiskey, I'm alright.
Folks in charge won't let me drink here.
I'll cause trouble is what they fear.
Back outside, in the snow and cold.
The police on their way, I'm told.
Sir, you're causing a disturbance.
Come with me. Don't be a nuisance.
Throw me in the drunk tank, I said.
Drunk tank's not a hotel, he said.
Chorus
Law enforcement power trip,
over-privileged piece of shit.
Wave your stick, and flaunt your gun.
Too bad you're your father's son.
Enough's enough, he grabbed my bag.
No, I will not wave a white flag.
I reach for the sole thing that's mine.
He socked me to put me in line.
Chorus/Outro
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Faux Lives Halifax Regional Municipality, Nova Scotia
Faux lives is a project fronted by Thomas Jared Whitman. Using a tape recorder, he captures memories, ghosts, and demons as they appear to him.
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