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Isolation Of The Nation
03:38
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What up buttercup motherfucker I cant get up,
Cause a life is too tough I don’t play rough
Call it out call my bluff, the world has had enough,
I think I might go sell my stuff
With not much to do and not much to seeC.O.V.I.D on the 19,
Flick through the channels on heavy rotation but its all I see on the tv screen
24 hours of the day okay
Sanity’s on a tight rope swinging to sway
Look close the ropes starting to fray
One wrong step and it’s your last day
You don’t wanna see me
You don’t wanna be me
Ill make your ears bleed
If you don’t keep a 6 feet
Wake up add another day on the clock
Oh shit the alarm didn’t go off
Cause the days are wasted away
so I can’t be blamed that I forgot
If I (he)hesitate, watchya gonna say
The worlds on lock so I can’t be late
If this is what they call match made in heaven
Then I’m in hell Devil sent to hate
There in his room is a blank eyed teen
Emotionless staring at a tv screen
His parents think he’s weak not that they can see
To them it’s pretty bleak but he fights internally
Bored as shit in my room
Nothing to do it better be over soon
Fuck this shit, a bullet to my brain
DNAs on the wall let’s make it rain
Lets make it rain.
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I remember the days with our boards in our hands
Livin a life without any plans
Time was not of the essence our mistakes were just lessons
Night turned to day was the end of a session
I remember days when we used to make forts
Running a muck making a mess of all sorts
Playing with swords swinging without a cause
After every bruise we’d count up the scores
Back when the canvas was a blank
We could paint the lines to whatever we make
Now the days are a mindless blur
Making more numbers for the fuhrer
(I'm the) last bullet left in the chamber
Now here I am almost ten years later
Goodbye to my dreams of becoming a skater
Two lousy tears now act as my margin
No free leave for this poor sergeant
Packing up boxes just to take them back down
With a glass half empty I’ll be the next round
Where am I at What am I heading for
Lock myself out so I can knock on my own door
I’m the last bullet left in the chamber
I’m the servo food without any flavour
I make people sick cause I’m outta date
I’m the kinda person to be turned away
It’s a lonely life but ain’t a bore
That’s damn lie ye this life’s a chore
So I’ll wake up again at 6 40
Catching no z's to make the 140
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3. |
Book Of Life
03:20
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Here we go again with another long year ahead
Cruising through the months I’ll try to make the best of it
A young man, oblivious from what’s to come
A clear line of sight there’s no battles to be won
Open up a new page in the book of life
The earth pull will roll me with the tide
In less than a month that’ll all come crashing down
Apocalyptic state is how we'll all be found.
If we can’t accept what we get
Well never find true peace among friends
If we severe the snakes head
It will never save us from the end
Moments later and the world has turned upside down
I’ll roam through the streets of an unholy ghost town
The futures bright with a few weeks of isolation
If I’m honest I have been somewhat complacent
It may sound kinda fucked up to be said
But the last few months alone are the best I’ve ever had
And if I had a chance to do it all again
Without a second thought just tell me fuckn when.
To my own surprise I have kept my head held high
Despite what’s going on my body’s still kicking on
Once an album of memories to be made
Now the books complete I have filled every page
It’s time to close it all now I’m moving on
I’m looking for the future and whats to come
New found knowledge and all the things I’ve learnt
It’s time to take the world ignite the flames that burn.
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SS ON LS Sydney, Australia
A dude from Sydney, Australia making songs he likes for everyone to enjoy.
Liam McDermott on everything.
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