Circling the Drain
I am below the bullshit
Let the pendulum swing
Drive the boat like you stole it
Let's grease up this hate machine
I've got a flare for theatrics
It feels like punching a bruise
I've been getting my ass kicked
But I'm playing to lose
The sock drawer that we're snooping in
Is the bane of all our inhibitions
The dead horse
It's a blood sport
Yeah, you can dig for pity in the hearts of your peers
Or cover up your eyes and make the world disappear
You can start a fire
But everybody's singing the same stale song
You're the one to get along
This was as far as my plan went
Smacked up against a wall
It feels like I'm being punished for something
By good folks
In scare quotes
In the sequel to politics
Unanswered prayers and crying fits
In free fall
Into the chipper with it all
I could really give a fuck about anything
I'm just blowing raspberries and circling the drain
Fucking with what's right in front of me
No one can give you peace
No one can take it away
Yeah, we can build a new religion
Write a new alphabet
I'm here justifying the future
Not redeeming the dead
My father says, "You've gotta go on, get along" (get along)
(And I do) and I do
Let the pendulum swing
Drive the boat like you stole it
Let's grease up this hate machine
I've got a flare for theatrics
It feels like punching a bruise
I've been getting my ass kicked
But I'm playing to lose
The sock drawer that we're snooping in
Is the bane of all our inhibitions
The dead horse
It's a blood sport
Yeah, you can dig for pity in the hearts of your peers
Or cover up your eyes and make the world disappear
You can start a fire
But everybody's singing the same stale song
You're the one to get along
This was as far as my plan went
Smacked up against a wall
It feels like I'm being punished for something
By good folks
In scare quotes
In the sequel to politics
Unanswered prayers and crying fits
In free fall
Into the chipper with it all
I could really give a fuck about anything
I'm just blowing raspberries and circling the drain
Fucking with what's right in front of me
No one can give you peace
No one can take it away
Yeah, we can build a new religion
Write a new alphabet
I'm here justifying the future
Not redeeming the dead
My father says, "You've gotta go on, get along" (get along)
(And I do) and I do
Credits
Writer(s): Travis Fredick Hill, Nathan Hardy, Timothy Pittard, Tyler Hill
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