We are groomed to consume from the womb to the tomb
We are subsumed by a screen, wretched, alone in a room
I ain’t got nothing to say, I ain’t got nothing to do
Just waiting for some sick pleasure to carry me to my doom
All I got is this cash and I spend the shit fast
Yeah I got some hoes but they all treat me like ass
We traded structure for freedom, freedom to live amongst trash
I must get higher and higher because this high doesn’t last
Trading apotheosis for some tingly feelings on your penis
I swear to God man, you people need Jesus
All the shit we say, we don’t really mean it
I’m with Mr. Clean, I wish for world clean, it’s time to clean up
With a cold shower, and some pious antibiotics
But none of those of that shit's enough to kill a virus
A virus reigning like a tyrant inflicting mankind with its violence
Maybe it’s time to meditate and revel in the silence
Sick of all this nonsense
Cannot feel my conscience
All these little bitches wanna run their mouth and then cower before the consequence
Don’t let me catch you on defense
My friend, we must attack again
When there’s nothing to behold resembling a soul it becomes evident that there is no rest, no peace in death, no big sleep when God’s an insomniac
I hung my life on the towel rack
All I wanna do is bathe in the freshwaters of serenity and truth until Christ comes back
But more likely than that catch me trudging through sludges of my own marshland, motherfucker that’s Yak
All proceeds from Julia Julian frontperson Max Ripps' experimental indie pop EP will be donated to Philadelphia Community Bail Fund. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 17, 2020