seabird from try by DOOR EATER

Death down your throat
Make all your decisions like that
And I have to be nice to you

Could it be, could it be?
What's in you lives in me?
"God, when will this evil leave?"
But evil's only what you believe

And you get used to it
Sliding down
Sleeping in your car
And you get used to it
Numbing out
And stealing gift cards
And I have to be nice to you
And I have to be nice to you

All of this time, the punishment shivering alive
Nothing to hide now
I don't deserve it anymore

I know there's something waiting for me somewhere unknown
And I'm running now

Could it be, could it be?
What's in you lives in me?
"God, when will this evil leave?"
But evil's only what you believe

• Electronic
• Noise
• Pop
• breakcore
• industrial
• noise pop
• Los Angeles