1. |
Introduction/Deadweight
02:36
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I can't sleep at night but I could sleep all day
Burnout's beat my body down, white noise blurs to grey
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2. |
Half A Pill
02:06
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Anxious at the punk show
Tired at the warehouse party
Can't talk to my friends
Got nothing to say
I'm boring! Boring!
Everyone feels far away
Can't talk to my friends
Got nothing to say
I'm vapid! Vapid!
Everything feels far away
Choking on my tongue, burdened by sobriety
Took a half a pill, hoping it would save me
Made me more tired
Anticlimax of the century
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3. |
Die TERF Scum
00:59
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No TERFs at pride
No TERFs in libraries
No TERFs on twitter
No TERFs in universities
No platform for your bigotry
Log off radfem
Die TERF scum
No TERFs at gigs
No TERFs in galleries
No TERFs on podcasts
No TERFs in magazines
DELETE YOUR ACCOUNT
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4. |
Crybaby
01:57
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If you say something enough times
It becomes true
If you hear something enough times
You believe it
We're a happy family
Toxic false normality
You have no control of me
I'm still a stupid crybaby
If you hear something enough times
It becomes true
If you say something enough times
You believe it
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5. |
Floundering
02:02
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The veil over your capitalism is opaque
Your offerings of friendship are fake
Independent doesn't mean radical
You're still in it for capital
Floundering
No time to drown
Can't afford to breathe
Casual work
Disposable worker
Cash in hand
Rights slip through fingers
Labour not respected
Effort not appreciated
No business is ethical
No wage is fair
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6. |
Migraine
02:18
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Blurry faces
Words fail me
Hands numb
Out of body
Faces fail
Words numb me
Hands of body
Out blurry
Attack
Attack
Attack
ATTACK
Numb body
Words blur me
Hands fail
Out of faces
Numb words
Faces blur me
Fail body
Out of hands
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7. |
Smog
02:14
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Laying out on the concrete
Collecting gravel in my mouth
Coughing ash on the pavement
Moving further south
Heavy smog surrounds me
Holds my fave to the ground
Swelling miasma
Has got me tightly bound
With a head full of static
And a body spiralling out
Pushing down on the concrete
Venom fills my mouth
Heavy smog surrounds me
Got me tightly bound
Swelling miasma
Shoves my body through the ground
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8. |
Lean In
01:53
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Why should I believe in a service funded by a government that wants me dead and has killed countless people like me?
Lean in to the madness
Embrace dissidence
Resist false recovery
Trust no psychiatrist
This anger is not pathology
My fear is not misplaced
Sick and well are not a binary
Insanity doesn't debase
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9. |
Limbs In The Night
02:02
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With one finger hovering over self-destruct
And toes curling into earth
The illusion of choice
Between compression and release
Pressure builds
Delirium swells
Total immersion
Chaos fills my lungs
What's the point in living if you can't enjoy life
Done with maintaining this false sense of pride
Going out to commune with limbs in the night
I am tired of pretending
I accept the doom impending
Pressure
Release
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10. |
A Journey Into Madness
04:14
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It's not a twee melancholia
It's a boot on the neck
Less sadness, more anger pointed inwards
Each day trapped with the prick I most despise
A sucking void, a spiral of knives
Ideation: a comfortable companion
Suicide as selflessness
As unburdening the world and freeing my friends
From the absolute worst cunt
It's not that no one likes you
It's that they shouldn't
You have tricked them
There will come a time when I can no longer resist
And I won't want to
This is our journey into madness
This is our mundane every day
This is us in free fall
This is us persisting
It's the loss of sleep from running through every social faux pas from the last eight years
Restrained by the coat hanger stuck in my back
Unable to focus on anything for more than twenty minutes
From goals to books to television
Impulsive spending
Deleted messages
Muted phone
Avoidance
Anxious about anxiety
I tore my insides out and now I can't sleep
Obsessive compulsive self-destruction
I want to bleed into every crease of the sheet
He licked my teeth dry and left a stain
A pulsating masochism is all I've ever known
I never fucking wanted your pity
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