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Dysthymia
02:08
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I’m alone, sedated and slothful, the hopes of tomorrow are crippled and dazed
Self-loathing is the thing I hate most about myself
Feels like I’m dead forever but my breathing still causes pain
I’m stuck in agony only happy on amphetamines
I try to drink all night and sleep all day
I try to ease the pain and keep these thoughts away
This is no scream in silence
This is a soothing thread
Because with every day I feel a little closer to death
And now I’m falling apart
And I give myself up
Picking up the pieces of my heart, well I’ve had enough
I’m sick of falling in love
Fuck those acquaintance ties
We’re disappointments to each other
Fucking up each other’s lives
This world’s not my world
And I’m not myself
It’ll be a pleasure to end this hell
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About Friends
01:22
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New friends won’t ever be close
Old friends just stay at home
New friends don’t give a shit
Old friends live in other towns
Sociality and desire, I guess that all is gone
I lie awake at night cause friends of mine think nothing’s wrong
Just a kid with twenty-seven
Mum and dad can spoil me still
Boredom and unemployment
My doctor knows that I just can’t get well
Old friends just don’t understand
New friends turn up their nose
New friends are always talking shit
I guess there’s just no friend at all
I guess I lose my temper
Just like I’m losing friends
I’m just an idiot who knows that everyone is dumb as well
New friends won’t ever be close
Old friends just stay at home
New friends don’t give a shit
Old friends live in other towns
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Dresscore
01:03
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Okay let’s see what’s this years news
A crusty look and bad tattoos?
They claim to be one of a kind
But why do they all look alike?
Fuck punk fashion
They draw circle As and circle Ns
But without meaning just to pretend
Punk is more than shitty trends
I’m not sorry we can’t be friends
Fuck punk fashion
What the fuck is wrong with this shallow scene?
We’re running after trends and we’re anxious to please
We’re wasting our time with dumpster glamour
Punk is just another product on the coat hanger
Fuck punk fashion
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We Are Nobody
01:44
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Evolution is a dead end
We’re build to self-destruct
The perception of what we depict,
Our self is pathological
Our sickly minds spoiled by hubris and pride
Stuck in the notion that we’re one of a kind
So spend your cash and breed your kids
Be assured it’s great what you depict
Lie to yourself until you’re dead
Your petty life is fucking trash
Our sickly minds spoiled by hubris and pride
Stuck in the notion that we’re one of a kind
What have I done to myself?
I grew accustomed to hate
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Hell Is Other People
05:17
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My enthusiasm crashes like waves against castle walls
They’re build on sand but still remain
I’m tired to death of playing this game
I sip my drink, think ‘what the hell’
I’ll die heartbroken in my cell
Alone in a crowd
Alone under friends
Isolation, black despair
No use in screaming with no one there
Self-medication till my heart stops
I feel relief my soul is left to rot
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Blink 187
01:35
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To everyone who's struck by loneliness
If hope is gone deep in your heart
If you're sick of searching for an answer
If your existence is war
If your life and thoughts just move in circles
Alienated from all friends
Don't you dare to cut the circuit
A little longer stand the pace
Find out what's good for your health
What's good for yourself
Fuck other people cause they're the true hell
Don't ever give up
Though this world is fucked
You're not the only one who feels that we're stuck
I'm all by myself
Hate everyone else
This world's full of shit don't allow it to prevail
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