From the recording We Made It

Lyrics

You mash your motives in a paste
Half rich blood for too rich taste
Old ghosts say that’s quite enough
But my guts still complain

Unimpressive humanistic
Any god that’s cataclysmic
There must be some things I can get away with?
Maybe not

Chorus:
They say it goes to show
I know it’s discontent
I know who I am now
Because of where I’ve been

It’s so much harder
It’s harder to pretend
I hope they know I’m so proud because of
Where I’ve been


Verse:
Improper placement
I’ve been forever stationed
Inconsistent what begets a sickened self to seep

Improper placement
No regard for patience
Thought of love. Had it once. Then I never got to sleep

Chorus:

Bridge:
I guess it goes to show
Yea, ipso facto you wont
I guess it goes to show
Ipso facto you wont x3

Well it’s all just because
Just because..

Ending:

With all this promise awaits
It’s always my best mistake
We trade our selves for new trends
Then into self we intend

Don’t be a product of products
Get improper
Tell a friend
Don’t be a product of products
Get improper
Tell a friend
Don’t be a product of products
Get improper
Tell a friend

Yea tellm I fuckin said it.