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Witt Lowry

Silicone Kingdom

 

Silicone Kingdom

(album: Dreaming With Our Eyes Open - 2015)


Hears mom and dad yelling
Mom always wants a divorce
Dad calling Momma a whore, drunk
Been drinking all weekend a couple of coors
A couple of doors were broke in cover the floor, damn
He's always told never to tell
If anybody finds out he'll be put in a cell
Hit with a belt
There will be nobody to help
And so he prays everyday
While he's stuck in this hell
All to himself
He holds every ounce of it in
All the kids who have things always laughing at him
All the teachers see his pain
But he's playing pretend
Playing with friends
Is something he wishes he can but
Nobody wants to give him a chance
Nobody wants to be with him man
Been looking at the future
But the future is so far in advance
Looking at the alcohol in his hand

Like damn, like why, why god
Why do I do this again and
Why am I getting so drunk
See my dad was a drunk
I don't wanna be him, I
I know I'm searching for feelings
I thought I could find them in bottles of Gin
I'm tired of losing my faith
And then looking to fake
To replace all my feelings within

I don't wanna lose myself
Lose my-self
I don't wanna lose myself
Just to rule
The Silicone Kingdom
With you, with you
[x2]

She goes to read another message
Ho, Slut, Stupid and fake
She doesn't know how much she can take
She looking at her body
It's a body that she plans to replace fake
Everything all over her face fake
Smile leads up to her lashes
Never been asked about passion
Only been asked about passing
The blunt to the left or a pic of her chest
Call a bitch and a mess
She's a wreck
Waiting for a text from a guy
Who tell her that he love her
But he wanna see her cry
Who tell her that he love her
But he beat her every night
With a pipe out of spite
She might leave him for a guy
With a tie and a job
A Mike or a Rob

She's tired and sobs on the knob of a door
Yelling out “please I can't take no more”
And he's yelling out “Fuck you, you cunt, you whore”
Damn she doesn't wanna be on the news

Only 22 looking down the barrel of a 22
Looking for a move she can make
Looking at the bruise on her face
Never felt safe
Never felt late til the end of the month
Looking down at her stomach like
“what have we done”
I was looking for love
And you were looking for fun
And now a life is in my body
'cause you wanted to cum

Like why, why god
Why do I do this again and
Why am I thinking that
We can find love inside lust
See we love to pretend, I
I know I'm searching for feelings
I thought I could find them
By fucking with him
I'm tired of losing my faith
And then looking to fake
To replace all my feelings within

I don't wanna lose myself
Lose my-self
I don't wanna lose myself
Just to rule
The Silicone Kingdom
With you, with you
[x2]

He's addicted to the worlds most dangerous drug
The one that'll make you lose
Everything that you love
And we don't understand
Money doesn't buy love
So we pile up all our money
Just to buy us a new car
Some new rims
A new Benz
Doesn't have friends no more
An iPod an iPad an iMac
So rich that he's feeling poor
If he had one chance to go back
Wishes that he never bagged a whore
A couple more coors and a broken door
Shattered decor all over the floor
Coming home at a quarter to four
Coming home is a bore
Looking at a Gin bottle
Got a quarter to pour
At a local titty bar got a better rapport
No cover ones cover the floor
Really looking for more
And more money makes more problems
He don't understand how to solve em
Doesn't understand
His son and his wife are his life
Every night when they fight
Now he's looking at them as a problem
That's a problem
Now he doesn't know what to do
Out of touch, leaving town
Every weekend or two
Thinking money maybe buy us
All the happiness too
Til he's sitting in a room
Staring back at a 22
Like what happened to life
I went so many years and I thought I was right
I went so many years never living my life
And I'm scared that my son turns out just like me
Why me, my God
Everything I see really is a facade
Fake love, fake hair, fake nails, fake bod
We replace as a race and we try to play God

Like why, why God
Why do I do this again and
Why am I getting so drunk
See my dad was a drunk
I don't wanna be him, I
I know I'm searching for feelings
I thought I could find them in bottles of Gin, I
I know we're thinking that
We can find love inside lust
See we love to pretend, I
I know apart of the problem
Is Silicone Kingdom we're living within
I'm tired of losing my faith
And then looking to fake
To replace all of my feelings within, I

I don't wanna lose myself
Lose my-self
I don't wanna lose myself
Just to rule
The Silicone Kingdom
With you, with you
[x2]

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