I woke up today.
Sun rose, but the sky stayed gray.
As the color slowly found its home back in my face.
Guess I lost my way
between Dogwood and the cloudy stumble that I took back home.
Passed by Jay and Bry, laughing bout' the girls that ran awry and bled them dry.
Hit the pavement and the glass, laughing as I swore I'd be right back.
And you don't seem to care.
Shotgun with a sickness, pretend that I'm not there.
Stone-faced without emotion, and no one cares.
Fight the feeling, fuck the fear.
The only thing we've got left is the space between our ears.
Long walk back to Raymond, guess I'll drink myself to death, holding on to what I've left inside my head.
Shotgun with a sickness, pretend that I'm not there.
Stone-faced without emotion
And you don't seem to care.
Shotgun with a sickness, pretend that I'm not there.
Stone-faced without emotion, and no one cares.
Found my front lawn past the trees.
Reached into my pocket and realized I lost my keys.
Fuck.
Long walk back to Raymond.
I'll drink myself to death.
I should have stayed inside.
Confronted with violence, responding in silence.
I should have stayed inside.
credits
from Nude,
released April 16, 2016
Recorded by Nik Bruzzese at Small Hill Studios in Williamstown N.J.
Mastered at The Lumberyard in Hammonton, N.J.
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