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laid to rest.

from bad Sunday. by pizza boy.

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[Verse 1]
Back in the place I was raised in
Nothing new under the sun; I’m the raisin, bathing
Yeah, let the rays in
Won’t play me on Shade 45, I’m 90 degree angling forever
That’s an L; that’s in hell
It’s over 8000 when it swells
The ocean is a lie; that mirage be fye', doe
Melt the piano keys, mold them into a pipe, then hit a high note:

Music is the only love!
Great illusion! I’m alive!
Burn forever! This is fine!
Set the table! Dinner time!

Yeah, it’s all over, but I’m eating anyway
I just bought a king sized bunker, plenty space
Bullshit radiates, radiates -- breach
Deep underground; dirt naps how I sleep
I’ve been:

[Hook]
Laid to rest
Can’t die, I just get laid to rest
Smile wide, I’m tucked in
(Laid to rest)
Wake up to just get laid to rest… by eternity again
Laid to rest
Can’t die, I just get laid to rest
Smile wide, I’m tucked in
(Laid to rest)
Wake up to just get laid to rest... by eternity again

[Verse 2]
Scheduled disasters, secret rooms in Masonic chapters, heroes falling from rafters, villainous laughter...
Meanwhile, the Teens are still fucking like it’s all good
But, perhaps they all should, ‘cause, you know, humans are fighting over money they can’t keep, for days they might never get to see, living lives they can’t prove were meant to be
Somewhere, a stepmother threatens to leave
She’s had it up to wherever “here” is
And she doesn’t care if you fucking hear it
‘Cause there’s nowhere to steer it
It crashes through the wall, spilling the lies that were called truth
Remember when you believed in such a thing?
You still want to know what not dancing with Caitlyn cost you
I know you don’t wanna say it, but go ahead: You’re fate-less
Your life was unintended; they don’t wanna say mistake
Too many branches on your family tree are fake, or broken, along with tons of other shit I’ve noticed
But awareness isn’t absolution
But you never said it was, so I guess you do it just to do it
You with the pre-diabeetus, the yellow teefus
Fungal foot walking the path of ignored genius
As long as you know this isn’t important and the meaning was assigned, not something it was born with… then fine.

You can die now.

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from bad Sunday., released April 16, 2017
produced by Night Creatures.

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