CALM. - Depression 200 MG lyrics

rate me

My soul rises and seen like respiration in 30 degrees

It's another beautiful day

Suns out but all I see is black and white

Everything's so dull, everything's so boring

Everything's so repetitive, so so repetitive

My Prozac's the best on the market but drama's the best sedative

A closed mouth don't get fed but neither does one talking to much to swallow

Neither does one filled with pills, cigarettes and bottles

I wanna know why vampires bite

I wanna know why dead poet's write

I wanna know what triggers the muscles when the frowns ignite

No, I really want to know is this what a good song sounds like

Let it rain flesh and blood till your clothes turn red and your shoes rot off

Nirvana I finally made, walk around naked cause the sweatshops are dehydrated

Drink the tears, they taste like ocean

Drink the fears, they taste like illusion

I'm in my silver Delorian cruising towards confusion

Having a blitzkrieg with gravity but losing

No airbags doc, let me welcome the cranium contusions

Let me welcome death for a while

Let me welcome the anti-smiles

It's another average ugly night and here I am

At AwareNess' trying to write again

Trying to express how I feel but I'm just forcing shit

My body is my temple and the worries are torching it

My sanctuaries numb and synagogues in ruins

These milligrams are fun but there's no telling what the side effects is doing

Everybody's listening for nothing

They like to sit around and rewind the times when they were blue

The walls don't have ears, the gossiping assholes behind them do

Stuff me with hopeless till it hurts

Then serve me chocolate covered locusts with a side of discouragement for dessert

They say you got to pay your dues, but how much is every empty show and song worth?

Everybody's dying

Don't rhyme, don't rhyme to that

James Dean is dead, ain't we all who ain't dead

We buy books on how to love and live but fuck the how to

Fuck the material, Fuck the hate

Focus on what you love and value

I feel heavy but there's no primate on my lumbar

They tell me to walk towards the light, but that's where all the moths got fried

So now the darkest passage always tempts me

My problems feel like weight on my shoulders

But every time I open the baggage it's empty

I love life, I hate people, I feel like crying cause I wrote those last sentences

Nothing matters, sorry for the hopeless penmanship

Sorry for the sloppy cursive

Sorry my life doesn't have sub-titles

Sorry you can't fucken read

Smiles the verb anti's the adjective