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Functional Human
02:28
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Lulled into a false sense of security that quickly fades away
Mull over every possibility each and every day
Locked in on an empty sight
With no thought but the chaos
Hands clenched and teeth that grind
Spiral all the way down
And you could never know what it’s like
Until you’ve been here too
The defeatist that I fight
Is fucking winning
I’ve become to be a slave to this anxiety
I’ve become a slave
A lack of command
Over my own faculties
Folds over and over
I succumb
Listen to me
I’m failing to be
A functional human
Anxiety, no brevity
I struggle to word it
I’m failing to be
A functional human
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Walking with haste towards where wish to be today
Over land which offers no respite and no course
Up through grooves carved by time and currents of water
That are nowhere to be seen but you know that they were there
You know that they were there
But we don’t leave a trace
In deserts that do not care
Must get out, must get out, must get the fuck out
Crossed channels to emerge to flatter ground again and
Sleep while keeping one eye and your ears still open then
Wake before the sun brings heat to scorch your skin and
Question whether you’ll ever find the end to this hell
No end to this hell
It seems so pointless
A perpetual trudge
Then the water comes
Flood
It couldn’t be worse
Yet we’re surprised
A constant torrent
That brings our demise
Lost amongst the mirage
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Reach In
03:06
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Hey, I see you there
Hey, are you feeling safe
Hey, I see you there
Hey, are you okay?
Searching for a feeling that never comes
Removed from where I really am
I can tell this is slowly killing me
Have I fell off of the edge?
Imagining. What I really want to be.
It really seems, this isn’t alright.
Reach in, finally
And see, this isn’t me
A message, that I’ve known too long.
Action, I refuse to change.
Become what you hate, you’re now a slave to rotten substance
And before it was great and then it gets its fucking grip on you
I can tell this is slowly killing me
Have I fell off of the edge?
Imagining. What I really want to be.
It really seems, this isn’t alright.
I don’t need to be told, because I already know
Reach in, finally
And see, this isn’t me
I’ll do it, I’ll do it on my time
Don’t worry I’ll just sober up and it’ll all be fine
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4. |
Another Day
05:01
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Up again and dreading
Another day
Just prepare, be ready
You will pay
Interest builds and will fades
You're a wage slave
Don't ever think to ask questions
This is how it is
Work until you're free
Work until
Every single day
Every single way
Reject this fallacy
Hang 'em high and clearly
For all to see
My veins do not flow with currency
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Self-Deprecator Seattle, Washington
Matt - Vocals, Guitar
Biaggo - Bass
Jonathan - Drums
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