Lyrics

Time thing, dimension to it Tell me again Am I stuck in this Body till I'm needed As someone's organs I'll learn to live Observing pain And loss until I'm Laid in orchids Now I guess I'm reminded I'm not fearful of death Fearful of death Fearful of death Drop down Time thing, dimension to it Drop down Time thing, dimension to it Drop down Drop down Drop down Here again Angry all the time Play it back and then rewind At a loss Got your car to 95 until it stalled Oh thank god this grief is mine All the pain returns to love Staring at the sky I'm humbled by the chance to expire Now I guess I'm rеminded I'm not fearful of death Fеarful of death Time thing, dimension to it Drop down Drop down Drop down Drop down For me, like, punk music or whatever is always about, you know, undercutting people's expectations and throwing in like a [?] or whatever and, but for me, I mean I want this band to [?]. If this is unsettling people, I'm ready to really unsettle people, 'cause I'm ready to, you know, I want [?]. I, anything starts getting static I start getting uncomfortable 'cause I feel like, like what happened to hardcore or whatever is that things get so ritualized they become, they're no longer powerful, they lose their power, they're not dangerous anymore, they don't, they don't excite people and they don't move people anymore. They just become some kind of a traditional thing which people can just slip on the clothes and slip on the attitude but for me it's like, it's a life thing man, and if it's gonna be a life thing for me it has to always constantly be moving forward and like, have some kind of a time thing, dimension to it