Wading Out Songtext
von Taking Meds
Wading Out Songtext
Waste of a day but I′m glad it's over
I′ll file away the time
Four dozen nudes in deleted folders
With new ones on the line
Hands on the keys so I really mean it
I'm saying what I mean
Send the police 'cause I really mean it
But saying it sounds mean
Oh my god my brain is down, it needs electric power
And it′s been raining
Oh my god I′m waning down beneath the pressure cloud, panel-created
Oh that's art, it′s concerned with bleakness
It's a full lifetime of spiritual weakness
All the best art is concerned with bleakness
Tell me which came first, the bastard or the fetus?
Traced the career of a brooding loner
Right up until you die
Death ain′t the problem when you're alone
It′s the years you spend alive
Hands on the keys so I really mean it
I'm saying what I mean
Send the police 'cause I really mean it
But it ain′t what it seems
Oh my god my brain is down, it needs electric power
And it′s been raining
Oh my god I'm waning down beneath the pressure clown, panel-created
Oh that′s art, it's concerned with bleakness
It′s a full lifetime of spiritual weakness
All the best art is concerned with bleakness
Tell me which came first, the bastard or the fetus?
Oh my god my brain is down
Oh my god I'm waning down
Oh my god it′s raining out
Oh my god I'm wading out
I'm wading out
I′ll file away the time
Four dozen nudes in deleted folders
With new ones on the line
Hands on the keys so I really mean it
I'm saying what I mean
Send the police 'cause I really mean it
But saying it sounds mean
Oh my god my brain is down, it needs electric power
And it′s been raining
Oh my god I′m waning down beneath the pressure cloud, panel-created
Oh that's art, it′s concerned with bleakness
It's a full lifetime of spiritual weakness
All the best art is concerned with bleakness
Tell me which came first, the bastard or the fetus?
Traced the career of a brooding loner
Right up until you die
Death ain′t the problem when you're alone
It′s the years you spend alive
Hands on the keys so I really mean it
I'm saying what I mean
Send the police 'cause I really mean it
But it ain′t what it seems
Oh my god my brain is down, it needs electric power
And it′s been raining
Oh my god I'm waning down beneath the pressure clown, panel-created
Oh that′s art, it's concerned with bleakness
It′s a full lifetime of spiritual weakness
All the best art is concerned with bleakness
Tell me which came first, the bastard or the fetus?
Oh my god my brain is down
Oh my god I'm waning down
Oh my god it′s raining out
Oh my god I'm wading out
I'm wading out
Writer(s): Ben Kotin, James Palko, Noah Linn, Skylar Sarkis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com