I sold my soul for 96 cents
It was the only offer I could get for it
Made a donation to my friends so he could
Buy a pack of nicotine free cigarettes
He said "Oh it helps it me think,
So come think with me"
But that's the last thing that I need.
Sold my soul in hopes everything would make a little less sense
Cause my logic has been useless
Tucked my brain into a place I hope it remains
Cause I'm saying I don't really wanna do this
Oh, make me a servant of the underworld
Make me torment all the boys and all the girls
Who were taught you can be what you wanna be
That all is exactly as it seems
and If you smile wide enough,
You're living the American dream.
I'm not gonna be the bearer of bad news
Just when you were beginning to win it
You find that you were set up to lose
If you think that you've got nothing to prove
Depression settles in again it's a constant conversation
With the many facets of my psyche
All bored without stimulation
If I told you that I sold my soul
Would you believe I ever had control of it.
Cause my body's just a sinking ship
I've grown bored of postcards with little substance
Leaving me to resent my privileged friends
And create my own assumptions
Ain't if funny how the blind has never truly lead the blind?
They just find all the weak spots and capitalize
Oh it's easy to question, so easy to question
But it's harder to listen, much harder to get it
released August 25, 2016
Guitars, Vocals, Drums - Casey Simonson
Bass - Danny Gumm
Mixed and Mastered by Danny Gumm
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