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saint sleep - grounded lyrics

[intro: felix biederman]
most people’s lives remained pretty sh+tty, none of the scumbag bankers went to jail, most of the jobs created in the vaunted recovery thereafter were temporary positions, and the pain of seeing a system completely fail, never leaved some people, it’s not really part of our national discourse, but a lot of people completely checked out in 2008 and in the following years

[verse 1]
time is thin, i don’t even cherish things
unless they come with puppet strings, man, i love that sh+t
playground melting with my self+esteem
i punch my rotten body just to blow off steam

[hook]
doomsday clock missing hands
ticking time bomb in everybody’s business plans (tick+tock)
next generation have to give up (give up)
put the .45 inside the palms of every kid
doomsday clock missing hands
ticking time bomb in everybody’s business plans (tick+tock)
next generation have to give up (give up)
put the .45 inside the palms of every kid
[bridge: felix biederman]
it’s the f+cked up 19+year+old who hates himself because he doesn’t feel like he’s good at anything, who feels like he’ll never get the chance to grow up, and sees his parents who have to work until they die because they got wiped out by the market, and decides that he’s right to give up

[verse 2]
sit outside at 3 a.m., watch the planet fall
wait all night and then i start again, i didn’t get to see it all
been a bad day, bad week and a bad lifetime
watch the minutes fly by
end is nigh so why should i care?
my ignorance is thick and i choose to live in bliss
not so different we all suffer just the same (s—s—s—s—s)
same sh+t, different day
ayy, yeah, same pits t—t—t— that we live in
same problem, just a different coat of paint
what a waste of good glitter
spread it all around like litter
cowardice inside of me
inadequate to speak with others
too avoidant, never have a special moment
drift in lonely waters

[hook]
doomsday clock missing hands
ticking time bomb in everybody’s business plans (tick+tock)
next generation have to give up (give up)
put the .45 inside the palms of every kid
doomsday clock missing hands
ticking time bomb in everybody’s business plans (tick+tock)
next generation have to give up (give up)
put the .45 inside the palms of every kid
[outro: felix biederman & saint sleep]
2008 didn’t bring the pitchforks, it didn’t scare any ceos or private equity managers, it just made everyone too f+cking beaten down for anyone who deserves it to ever see the inside of a cell
but people who have been flattened by the earth still live, even if they feel they don’t fit in anywhere and of course, one place was tailor+made in our culture for people who did not fit
give up

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