1. |
Generation Gap
03:45
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Why is life so fucking scary, but it's all good when I got mary
But other than that it seems it's fucked, a generations shit out of luck
It puts a sick feeling deep in my gut, I know I never really meant that much
It's a pity party all damn day, I never really have much to say
But why would you want to live a life like that,
You could be so great if you picked up the slack,
But the drugs are too damn good, and everyone lies just like they should,
But I'm not here to have a good time,
I'm here to repress what's on my mind,
Cause all it ever does is brings you down,
I know you probably hate my shitty sound,
It's repetitive and overrated, punk will never be outdated,
I know deep in my soul that's who I am, I'll never need a fucking plan,
Cause we're all lost in our own way,
That's why there's drugs to numb the pain, or guide the way,
For people who have no life, or much to say,
But I'm in the same boat, My head couldn't possibly stay afloat,
I'll sink, and never even stop to think,
of the upsides, or a new plan to abide by, I'll just die,
Never knowing why.
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2. |
Drug Money
03:27
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Can we get back to the fact, I don't like the way you act,
I get that you can't talk back, can't believer that I got off track,
of the progress that I made, I always seem to cave,
In the most meaningless way I find the right words to say,
To myself about five years ago,
Back when I thought I knew how to grow,
But I just let my self down every night,
Despite the fight I kill myself,
So I'll try to get it right, but I always lose the fight,
I guess that's what you loved the most,
I can't believe that I got so gross,
I'm the one that let it happen,
Just the shit luck fucking captain,
On the ship that will always sink, Always on the fucking brink,
Of becoming just like everyone I know,
Expecting the drugs to walk them home,
I know I'll always be on my own,
Just to make this fucking clear it only took three years,
This is about who I was five years ago,
Back when I thought I knew how to grow,
But I just let myself down every night,
Despite the fight, I kill myself.
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3. |
Lust
05:22
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I still have so much to figure,
Blocking what the questions are even about,
But nobody these days, stays consistent,
The only thing that seems to stick around, is the distance,
Keeping me cooped up in a box,
My soul just continuously blocks,
Anything positive that seems to come to mind,
My conscience says 'fuck it never mind',
Cause these things only go one way,
Maybe if I didn't remind myself everyday (everyday),
Why I'm so lack luster,
Following the emotional patterns of another,
I live so dependently, it all happened inevitably,
Just you and me, Feeling as full as can be but,
Now I'm twice as empty, these demons live in my head rent free,
I seem to supply what robbed me blind,
Maybe that's why I can't keep track of time,
It just slips away, I knew you'd never, permanently stay,
I seem to supply, what robbed me blind,
That's why I can't keep track of time,
It just slips away, No one will stay, Nothings true,
Not me and you, No nothing's true (4X), Not me and you (4X)
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4. |
Beach House Depression
04:03
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I can't tell which day of the week, My motivation hits a peek,
Leaves me stranded at least mentally,
Thinking there's nothing but mistakes in me,
Taking that leap of faith in my soul,
I'm just incompatible, to any anti-virus software,
Or anybody that could care,
Misery's not why I share, I don't fucking care,
These words just come out,
I don't know what else to talk about,
I'm trying to find my place, skip past this phase,
Escape this maze, Stop wasting all of my days,
I feel so trapped, In this fucky way I adapt,
A lot of myself lost in the dark, barely even half a heart,
Nobody can teach you to produce a spark,
Got to make your own fucking mark,
And if it sees you through, It's gotta be somewhat true,
And if it sees you through, It's gotta be fully true,
At least in what you believe,
You can more than likely achieve,
Just got to stop living with expectations,
Look harder for inspirations, focus on producing actions,
That help you escape the distractions, Hey.
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5. |
Generation Gap Part 2
06:18
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6. |
Ghost
06:38
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Just put the blame on me. it's inevitable,
Thoughts of my past actions, embedded in my skull,
It's like a tattoo, It's worse kinda like taboo,
It just infects every one of you, It's all I think I do,
And my self worth, Is covered up with dirt,
Mixed up with all of my past times,
But were they ever actually mine, Or who I wanted to be,
Figured by at least 23,
I've completely destroyed, everything I hate about me,
But it's still right here, Trying to figure out what I fear,
Cause I spent the past chasing ghosts,
Knowing I'd never get to see your coast,
And you know what hurts the most,
I'm in love with a fucking ghost,
With an appetite for despair, and Solitude.
(Just go back to the top and do it again.)
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Middle Aged Overdose Madison, Wisconsin
We are a punk/grunge band from Madison, Wisconsin, consisting of: Dakota Poff - Guitar
Eli Nysted - Drums
Will Maze - Bass
Luke Ferkovich - Guitar/Vocals
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