Sugar Pill

(álbum: Atlas Vending - 2020)

I turn it off, I drown it out, it's never ending
The tension in the air hits every day
The prefab pull, the sugar pill, ugly and aging
It's coming faster each and every day
(I can't see straight)

They tell us lies through shiny eyes that keep us drooling
Blood rushing to our fingers, comes and it goes
Caught in the static, run in the fabric, we've got a habit
Drunk off the still where nothing beautiful grows

All looks the same, the name, the place, the faces
Tells us to come along
Fills every corner and still is missing
The sun, the sun, the sun, the sun is sinking now
Is sinking now
Is sinking now
Is sinking now

Hysteria
Hysteria
Hysteria
Hysteria