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Anhedonia
03:10
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Everything's working
On the surface
Even blooming
If we're being honest
I've laid your bones
To rest
And made amends
There's not much left
But I get no pleasure
From all the pain
I see the fruits of my labour
But I'm empty all the same
I ape the motions
Of a happy man
Though I feel I've been couched
To think I understand
Truth be told
I have no proof
I'm more emboldened
By the untold truth
Oh beneath the lake
A million miles away
I left my happiness
It's still there to this day
It's a trade off
For the secret
I want it back
Cuz I can't keep it
Truth be told
I have no proof
I'm more emboldened
By the untold truth
It's a blessing
In disguise
As unpleasant as it is
A curse in my eyes
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2. |
Dopamine Receptor
03:22
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Electric impulse
Poker face
You wanna fight
Just to feel blamed
Neurons fire
Inside my skull
But fizzle out
I feel so small
I'm in search
Of some stimulation
Every day
Feels like a facsimile
You dropped a penny in the well
Again and again
Every wish
Was for the same thing
What's the incentive
If you give up your change?
Do I get a reward
For staying the same?
What's the symptom?
Am I really sick?
Or is this normal?
A GABA trick
I'm inhibited
I have so many regrets
It's like, let's relive 'em in my head
Over and over again
What's the trick
To feeling nice?
Am I really sick
Or just not good at good advice?
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3. |
Popularity
04:02
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I want it all
Love and affection
It shouldn't be
Too much to ask for
The place where we met
It crumbled after we left
What defined your past life
Is not your future scar
I'm a clock, set to ten
It's always morning or bed again
The in-betweens, as trivial as it seems
Haven't gained me popularity or friends
I'm on cloud nine
Basically none of the time
There is no cure for loneliness
And one day we just die
The pure of heart
Will conquer worlds
It seems clichés
Don't come with warnings
Last time we met
You were a fool
Was it a foolish day
You were gone in the morning
I remember everything
The earrings, the grass
The day I saw you
Through the looking glass
I'm on cloud nine
Basically none of the time
There is no cure for loneliness
And one day we just die
The little things
We swept away
Popularity
It never lasts
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4. |
Envy
03:16
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Envy the dead
For the pain is over
Envy the sleeping
They dream of the day
Something familiar
But out of place
Coming into focus
Going the wrong way
Here's a septic thought
A tangible grief
A toxic desire
A sickly green
Tune out the background
And everything is bleak
Scrub your mind a dozen times
But you can never get clean
Envy the dead
For the pain is over
Envy the sleeping
They dream of the day
Something familiar
But out of place
Coming into focus
Going the wrong way
Envy the dead
For the pain is over
Envy the sleeping
They dream of the day
Something familiar
But out of place
Coming into focus
Going the wrong way
Here's a small gift
It comes with a note
It says everything you covet
Is drowning in the moat
You can't have your cake
And eat it too
You're not even awake
You're just passing through
Envy the dead
For the pain is over
Envy the sleeping
They dream of the day
Something familiar
But out of place
Coming into focus
Going the wrong way
Envy the dead
For the pain is over
Envy the sleeping
They dream of the day
Something familiar
But out of place
Coming into focus
Going the wrong way
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5. |
Get Out Of Bed
02:58
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Move it, just move it
Get yr butt out of bed
Don't be so lazy
Just get out of bed
Don't let it bring you down
All of the weight
It finally broke you
It got in your head
Move it, just move it
Get the fuck out of bed
No one is interested
You can sleep when yr dead
Don't want to wake up
Don't want to dream
Don't want to be stuck alone
Stuck in-between
Move it, just move it
Get the fuck on yr feet
Work everyday
Then rinse and repeat
Don't want to remember
Don't want to forget
All the depression
Since the day that we met
Move it, just move it
Get the fuck out of bed
Tuck in yr shirt, boy
And keep yourself fed
Don't want no luxury
Don't want no help
Just work all day
And keep to myself
Move it, just move it
Get the fuck out of bed
It finally broke me
It got in my head
Move it, just move it
Just move it, just move it
Just move it, just move it
Just move it, just move it
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6. |
Blow By Blow
02:14
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I was a boy once
Bad haircut
Blue sweatpants
I didn't know what
I grew a little bit
On the outside
I mostly stayed a kid
Little White lies
Little by little
You whittled me down
Blow by blow
The crashing sound
The man in the middle
The middle ground
Blow by blow
I came around
I was a boy once
Bad attitude
Always outta sorts
I lack the fortitude
I grew an inch or two
On the outside
I gave in a few
With my mouth wide
Little by little
You whittled me down
Blow by blow
The crashing sound
The man in the middle
The middle ground
Blow by blow
I came around
I was a youth once
Bad impulse
Blue feelings
True or false
I grew a thick skin
I kept my guard up
I was a quick sin
And a hard fuck
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7. |
The Grift
03:07
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All this time I was the snitch
Every day making the switch
Suspicions were on the nose
All this time, friends were foes
All this time I put on a face
The sympathy and empathy just a waste
I made it up; it was a clever lark
I kept you all in the dark
All these days I put on a smile
I haven't felt it in a little while
It's a force of habit now, the grift goes on
I don't know how, but I ain't doing it wrong
All these years I kept a secret
Wish I had a way to keep it
But spilling out at the seams
The grift shatters all of the dreams
Turn on the lights
But no one was there
Everything's empty
Everything's bare
Only notions will leave you dry
Like cracked dirt where the dead lie
No emotions in the cemetery
None of this nonsense is necessary
You can have the better half
Or you can be the riff-raff
The grift isn't meant to last
You have to choose to let go of the past
Turn on the lights
But no one was there
Everything's empty
Everything's bare
All these months felt like death
I lie a little under my breath
By the time you hear this, I'll be gone
Sometimes even a truth is wrong
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8. |
Impostor Syndrome
02:27
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I feel
Like an impostor
Genuine fake
Real lost
Someone get me
A doctor
Cut me apart
Take out the costume
I'm tired
Of being a helper
I love to do it
But I can't make it through it
I'm more
Of a storyteller
But it won't reach your hearts
Except maybe posthumously
I feel
Like an impostor
Genuine fake
Real lost
Someone get me
A doctor
Cut me apart
Take out the costume
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9. |
Work Is It
03:51
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Work will get you up again
Work will fill you up and then
Embrace the opportunity when
Work will never really end
There's no good or bad faith
Work is give; work is take
Every piece of work you make
Every day you toil away
Work is busy; work is it
Work is busy; work is it
You learn a lot of things, I guess
Work is busy; work is it
Work will get you up again
Work will fill you up and then
Embrace the opportunity when
Work will never really end
There's no good or bad faith
Work is give; work is take
Every piece of work you make
Every day you toil away
Work is busy; work is it
Work is busy; work is it
You learn a lot of things, I guess
Work is busy; work is it
Work will get you up again
Work will fill you up and then
Embrace the opportunity when
Work will never really end
There's no good or bad faith
Work is give; work is take
Every piece of work you make
Every day you toil away
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10. |
Pleasure
03:10
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It comes on
No warning
Just floating
In the back
A restless
Little stowaway
I hadn't
Expected that
I trained myself
Not to care
And I got what I asked for there
I traded joy
It was fair
I got what I was asking for there
I go so long without it
It's like a fix
I want to escape
I want to quit
Or do I really?
It's a mix
Because I can't
Let the pleasure win
I trained myself
Not to care
And I got what I asked for there
I traded joy
It was fair
I got what I was asking for there
Consequences
Counterpoints
You led with
Your nose out of joint
I tried to be
Platonic
You could say
I wrote the rules on it
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