This is a track on our upcoming EP, Down Points The Arrow. This song is a little different than our previous EP, so grab it and what not.
lyrics
Carried sonic waves on the tip of my tongue.
Stayed in bed for days. I'll be fucked by the sun.
Buried half my face in a mountain of ice.
Will I be in space when I open my eyes?
Stuck to my mattress. Can't move a full inch.
Nausea grips my stomach and clinches tight.
I feel like pure death. Get weight of my chest.
My legs are useless. Just pull the cord.
Fuck it.
(My legs are useless.
Just pull the fucking cord.
My legs are useless.
My legs are useless.
My legs are useless.
Just pull the fucking cord.)
Feverish and frail, I'm immune to good health.
Doctors say I ail. I'll owe shit tons of wealth.
Dreading getting up. Are my joints all asleep?
Please just give a fuck. I come crawling to thee.
Wash the pills down the drain.
Grant me respite for just one day.
I just want at least five hours of sleep.
But it is not granted even when I'm better.
My body just shuts down and won't let medicine do its work.
I can never cool down.
I'm burning up on the inside.
credits
released June 11, 2014
Vocals and lyrics by Justin Cole.
Music written by Justin Cole.
Programming by Brice Rosa.
Guest vocals, vocal mixing and production by Dustin Montgomery.
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