Telephone poles
Lucy Ford Syndrome
I can’t seem to give her up or cut the chord
Victim
Symptom of a systematic sympathy condition
Pissed off at the world
And yet I’m so in love with it
Pin me to your wall
Like a moth collection
Blessed are the ones who never bet on their sequester
Card counter
Floating toward the outer
Destination
Hesitation
Now I’m off the…
Louder
Stomp and clap your heart out
Our song is worth more than your fortune and amount
Shout to the sun god
I forsake your warmth
Cut me into fabric
Soak me in the storm
Core the apple of my eye
Spit the seeds out
Apparently I radiate happiness when you’re not around
I want a girl that knows how to communicate
It’s not too much to ask, but it’s also not worth the wait

Fake it till you make it
Drown the lake in sand and let the ocean cave your face in

Nowadays I watch the boxcars ride by and I look for signs of life
Things I’ve never had the balls to try
I lied about it
I tried to buy some room for merit
Killed a couple 40 ounces
Story wrote
Intent to share it
Son, where the fucks your parents?
Careless of their feelings as you chase the endless pavement
Careless of the payment made to determine your placement
In the sandbox you were forced to play in
Huh?
Well that’s the way that they treat you
Eat you up like dead cows
Digest you and release you
Defeat you
Make you want to quit and get hired at the Biggest Pit that you can find until you can retire
Be quiet
Mind your place and bleed dry
Try to rebel against us get stung like a beehive
These guys
Fe-Fi-Fo-Fum
Humble GIANT thunderous like monsoon season

Fake it till you make it
Drown the lake in sand and let the ocean cave your face in

I need to learn to let my scabs heal
The raised skin just means this is all the more real
Thank you for reminding me that it's okay to feel
Or at least to show the scars where my heart had to peel
Like a sunburn
I've learned to take it all in stride
I have nothing left to prove
I have nowhere left to hide
I want to see your insides without a need for masks
So sing a psalm or use your palms to draw me out a map
My right arm holds the secrets while my right brain holds me back
"Wherever We Go, We'll Never Be Lost" (Shout out to: @Astronautalis)
We're never turning back
I know you've got a story that would change my whole perspective
Everyone creates art
It's up to you to choose what method
I choose to link these characters together like a fence
And when it comes the time to speak them live?
I live with no regrets
I'm dancing like an idiot
I'm pulling at my hair and clothes
My eyes are rolling back into my head, but they are far from closed

Fake it till you make it
Drown the lake in sand and let the ocean cave your face in


Photo: Spenser Jordan Palmer
Beat: AMOTBEATS
Lyrics/Rapping: NKNGS
2014-2015 Humble GIANT Records/One Eyed Nation Productions

Recorded at Biggest Pit Studio in Kenmore, WA

Lucy Ford Syndrome (Prod. AMOTBEATS)

An emotive collection of thoughts and moments, describing the experience of living with addiction and mental illness; caused by an array of childhood, and compound traumas.

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