Some Cutting Sick

(álbum: Extended Family - 2011)

Every hit's another miss
I'm used to this, I'm losing it
The menial drops jaws in states like this
Predicaments are calling for some cutting sick
And no one's seeing through it
In the evening time swim against the tide

Don't fall asleep
I've been awake for three days
I've been pushing these white lines like fucking daisies
It's another set of
Misplaced values and ideas
Clawing, clinging out all these years

Every hit's another miss
I'm used to this, I'm losing it
The menial drops jaws in states like this
Predicaments are calling for some cutting sick
And no one's seeing through it
In the evening time swim against the tide

We'll never fix it
Oh no not ever
This will fucking numb it
Shit I'm fucking clever

We're the useless fucks seen in the street
Heads shook, disbelief
Heads down, comatose, fuck that's me
Heads down, comatose, fuck that's me

Enough faith so you can sleep
With ours held in each other we rest easily (so easily)
And you pass 'cause you believe
Yeah, you believe, yeah, you believe

When every hit's another miss
I'm used to this, I'm losing it
The menial drops jaws in states like this
Predicaments are calling for some cutting sick
And no one's seeing through it
In the evening time swim against the tide