Lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm trying to rattle around What's left of my head on the ground My brain falls out my ears And it's clear This body is past its prime Controlled by an ailing mind As I piss away the years And it's clear [Chorus] This year Ain't the first to get bad Will you help or get sad? [Verse 2] Snake oil or extant bliss Each vice in the search endless Leaves a mark on the veneer And it's clear Abundance of evidence Malevolent resonance If I stow away the fear And it's clear [Chorus] This year Ain't the first to get bad Will you help or get sad? [Outro] Every day, know I mean what I say That I try to pick myself up out the way And if I fail, I will fail big, but that's okay Make every effort to resist the day's malaise And maybe clear This fear