CALM.

CALM. - Step Ladders lyrics

rate me

All the stories been told

There is no Santa Claus

We're all getting old

And your role models hit menopause

Fuck parties I'm not normal and neither are you

When it rains I think I'm going to drown and I feel like my teeth are rotting out

I used to like company, now I stare at hitch-hikers

I never had friends till I got a car

No constellations, just stars

Rome wasn't built in a day but it burned down in a hour

I'm just gonna keep trudging along, doubling efforts when I encounter resistance

Smiling at fucked up days appreciating my difference

Keep feeding me till I get fat enough to feed others, that's what cows and pigs do

They feed us human meat and hormones

So I'm pointing guns at everyone in sight like American kids do

Maybe I should dumb down my lyrics, cause every time I say something important

The people that actually listen only understand a portion

I'm still pissed about yesterday, but I'll flush the lou on tomorrows shit

It's one thing to pick your path and another to follow it

Apples don't have razors, witches don't wear costumes

And making friends is like babies fuck around and you'll get one

Look at all these puppets Gepedo bred, lying to themselves about their strings

Lying to themselves that god can be within all human beings

If you want religion take deceit, power, control and mix

Diversities like clef palate, if you're born with it they'll fix it

(Fix me, you can't fix me)

If you want something ask for it

We are everything, give me nothing

I am god's appendix

There are no miracles and we create déjà vu

If you want there to be a happy ending where the world ends then it's up to you

Sunsets are epiphanies and dawn is amnesia

Grab habit by the throat and stab it, but don't make this a routine

Every suicidal person is a hypocrite and everyone else does

The opposite of what they say, this is not a new thing

Life is like an escalator, it keeps moving even if you pretend to take steps

We're all just a bunch of timed out blinks and breathes

Conspiracies are like sex

Fun to do at the time but we're all not the best

There is no family

Just mowed grass and cracked open gnomes

We climb step mothers and step fathers

To get to the attack and hang ourselves atop a broken home

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