Mud (feat. Uncool Sam)

There's too many thoughts in my brain stem
There's too many thoughts in my brain
I do what I can to contain them
To see just how much I can take
I dull myself down to the brain stem
I dull myself down to the brain
I'm stuck in the mud of my making
Was hoping that you brought a spade

Lookin' at me like I should've brought my own one
You didn't want fire you shouldn't have left the stove on
It's so dumb, like pro-Trump battlers voting in what they don't want
No luck dodging the point before the bow's slung
Emotion, go on get some and throw some
No fun playing in grain you gotta grow some
For once in your life don't do what you're supposed ta
This whole bigger is fuzzier when you close up
Eyes wide closed shut, one rule gotta pick the right tool to get open
But even the crow bar it grow rust on it
So I ain't got no trust for all that is so far so robust solid
These polar opposites are robotic at low wattage
Lights flicker at the post office
Unabombers, you know bombers
And no novice has known of us
We buy liqueur and smoke rockets
Till my liver, don't, respond and I hit a, wall
But it's fine nah it's no probs jokes, soz
I ain't try'na throw testosterone around a like rogue cop
We're weak now but we'll grow strong
Maybe in a week now shit will seem fine again until it goes wrong

There's too many thoughts in my brain stem
There's too many thoughts in my brain
I do what I can to contain them
To see just how much I can take
I dull myself down to the brain stem
I dull myself down to the brain
I'm stuck in the mud of my making
Was hoping that you brought a spade

They said we don't need any grown trees
So they cut em up and turn em into pepperoni
While the CEO is hitting up the Camembert cheese
This whole world will melt you down remould you - metallurgy!
When the worst seems worse than the thing
When it's first see, first eat, first drink
When the word 'free' cease to inter free
When the First Fleet docked on the first beach
In the house first house built on the first street
Like first shot fired when they first breached
It's the thirst of a fire in the firm heat
It's the murderers lying 'bout all those they murdered left lying in dirt heaps
Determined to bind em and burn em entirely
Birth a society built on the back of eternally anxiety
Covered up massacre sites like they piously call it protection and service no irony!
Alright please, I'm sick of this bias scene
All of our natives are going the way of the Thylacine
Thrown to the waves of the rising seas
While sirens seem to articulate all of our silent screens - I'm spiralling!

There's too many thoughts in my brain stem
There's too many thoughts in my brain
I do what I can to contain them
To see just how much I can take

I dull myself down to the brain stem
I dull myself down to the brain
I'm stuck in the mud of my making
Was hoping that you brought a spade
Was hoping that you brought a spade

To dig me out of this hole (Uh)
To dig me out of this hole
To lift me out of this old, way
To get me out of my mould
To dig me out of this hole
To lift me out of my old way
To get me out of this mould