Dunsel

Lyrics

And when the underworld's Best kept secret Saw its own reflection I knew things had finally changed For better or worse Whatever as always Midlife fires start to burn And burned down our one protection I won't take pictures from their frame Whatever as always With their hands that sold me everything Slapped a price tag on my chest Bit my tongue and shut my mouth Tried to blend in with the rest But I'm a square peg I'm a sore thumb And it seems to me this apathy Kills the life in artistry Ankle deep in industry All these songs sound so damn good Even if their meaning's hollow Hollow words dry out your mouth You might find it hard to swallow all the shit That we keep feeding to keep ourselves and you believing That no money could change us then a door opens up and some devil persuades us The songs we sung when we were just young Have all but lost their meaning But there's still a few things There's still a few things Still a few things That we keep on believing Still a few things There's still a few things That we keep on believing Shitty music just ain't worth making Smiles and thank-yous just ain't worth faking Some assholes' hands just ain't worth shaking And if it ain't broken, we need to break it There's no such thing as unconditional Though contracts bind you in the end Make no mistake, this is a killing ground Blood-hungry and camouflaged as friends Select 'yes' At the end of this mess If you get there and it's your only fucking 'option' left These days I don't know The people I'm supposed to trust And I don't trust these people That I'm supposed to know The handlebars on my dreams slowly start to rust They'll take everything and somehow you still owe As the cocaine cowboys finally get their wings And sell them all for blow These days I don't know these people that I'm supposed to trust And I don't trust these motherfuckers that I'm supposed to know The handlebars on all my dreams, they slowly start to rust The cocaine cowboys finally get their wings too Now they sell them all for blow They finally get their wings too Now they sell them all for blow I make music for myself, not for hat tips from the upper-tier and their undeserved wealth Here's to their failing fucking health I don't mean this in a hateful way, but when the people you love start walking away The walls get tighter each and every day Take your last bite before it crumbles away And there's something inside me I just have to say Love nothing Trust no one Just live for the motherfucking day