Fight Song (Remaster)
Trickle
3:30The perfect enabler Is when something finally goes right in one's life Objects that are pleasing to the eye, made of plastic or inhalable I imagine melodic peace This same old melody stagnating in my head And it makes me fucking sick Makes me wish that I was dead I fill the cracks with anything that I can find I got wax and sugar dripping from my mouth and from my eyes Went through the effort, I laced it with profanities Wasn't enough to keep it from the nursery I felt so drunk and high, sitting there uncannily And I felt sick as I let everything wash over me Da, da, da, da Da, da, da, da Da, da, da, da Da, da, da, da These pretty packages all lined up by my bed Make me feel less fucking bad Make me feel alive again I fill the cracks with anything that I can find I got bits of plastic stuck between my teeth and in my eyes Went through the effort, I laced it with profanities Wasn't enough to keep it from the nursery I felt so drunk and high, sitting there uncannily As I felt death and dangers washing over me Da, da, da, da, Da, da, da, da Da, da, da, da Da, da