Issues Songtext
von Ryan Power

I′m not a namby-pamby
Or deliberately obtuse
But when I get lost in my fantasy land
I just don't want to turn on the news
It can be treacherous
Yes, yes, yes, such fine decor
You said you′d grow to love it
I have slept alone in bags, it's not so bad
Exchange security plus tension
For some loneliness and freedom
It is difficult if not impossible
Don't know what to do in this situation
We do our best we do
I hope, I hope you do


You spent all the serotonin
Now it′s all slog and spittle
Woke up to the morning SNAFU
Trapped between headphones of self hatred
You pushed all your love below ground
Now it′s a ghost town, don't you think?
You play all these acts of violence
Psychical hate crimes against yourself
Your dreams would come true
But you can′t find the time for dreamin'
You got it, you know exactly what to do
Wanna be alpha male beta male
With daddy issues

They laugh at the self fulfilling prophecies
See cracks in the pillars of society (oh)
Lay flat on the Murphy bed up and away you go

Replace one fantasy with another
Low hanging fruit in the Garden of Eden
Or is this Samsara?
Always late to the meeting
I didn′t get the memo
Filled with so many typos
It wouldn't have mattered anyways
But somehow this is accepted nowadays
Maybe I can′t accept nowadays

Hide out in the hills in the shadows
Paint signs in the cave, cries for help
(Don't expect it to work out)
Take stock of the red broken arrow
(Oh no, no, no)
From where was it flung?
You already know


Supposedly I chose this life in a past one
To teach me something that I've yet to see