Dead To Me

(album: Little Army - 2017)

Cut the shit, it's a pointless bitch
The clocks ticking and you know I know it
There is a joy looking into the void
Of the moment when I know you've blown it
You can't drag us down 'cause we're deaf to the sound
Of your thoroughly avoidable bullshit
Evolution's come and now you're under the gun
Of your own pettiness and minutia

You're just singing the same old song
It's called "Sucking the Life Outta Me"
I turn you off, turn the radio on
Now I'm listening to "You're Dead to De"

There is no luck, you're a gutless fuck
We built everything and we own it
Never did have the guts to stomp for the nuts
Never had what it took and you know it
A fucking useless knob, an obsolete cog
In an otherwise perfect machine
All the lawyers attest to your pointlessness
Driven by your misery and your greed

You're just singing the same old song
It's called "Sucking the Life Outta Me"
I turn you off, turn the radio on
Now I'm listening to "You're Dead to De"

You're just singing the same old song
It's called "Sucking the Life Outta Me"
I turn you off, turn the radio on
Now I'm listening to "You're Dead to De"

Oh, we'll extricate ourselves
It's the only thing we've learned
Jettison the bullshit 'fore ever banner is burned
And we know the endgame and there's no way out

Drop the shit, it's a pointless bitch
The clocks ticking and you know I know it
There is a joy looking into the void
Of the moment when I know you've blown it
You can't drag us down 'cause we're deaf to the sound
Of your thoroughly avoidable bullshit
Evolution's come and now you're under the gun
Of your own pettiness and minutia

You're just singing the same old song
It's called "Sucking the Life Outta Me"
I turn you off, turn the radio on
Now I'm listening to "You're Dead to De"

You're just singing the same old song
It's called "Sucking the Life Outta Me"
I turn you off, turn the radio on
Now I'm listening to "You're Dead to De"

Dead to me
Dead to me
Dead. To. Me
Dead. To. Me
Dead. To. Me