My problems are a first world type
I’ve got everything to live
But I can’t be satisfied
I’ve got pills for the sorrow
Pills for the pain
Some to make the voices stop
And some to make them stay
But I’d not say I’ve lost control
You cannot lose something
That you never owned
But something inside me
Is dying to get out
Its presence surfaces
These insecurities & doubts
So take it all, I’ve nothing left to give
Relic truth in a world in love with ignorance
The hours now, the time has come
I’ve got nothing left for anyone
My mind’s broke, my soul is numb
I’m California waiting for the rain to come
Like methane spilling from the hills of Porter Ranch
My atmosphere won’t be the same again
We fall apart, it’s no surprise
Chaos is the foundation on which we built our lives
Repression, an obsession that we crave
Searching for a new way to go numb from the pain
We fall apart at the seams
Let’s not kid ourselves, we all knew it was coming
I’m not a prophet, but it’s not hard seeing why
Little white lies born of little white lines
credits
from Terminal Speed,
released June 1, 2019
Lyrics by Nick Nicioli
Music by Nick Nicioli/Jeff Feuerhaken/Dustin Keeney
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